'Never again.'
'I beg you.'
Free at last'.'
A choir of voices prayed for the living to learn from the mistakes of the past as they faded away, free to move on.
"No, no, no!" Thrud yelled in despair as the destruction of the Golden Griffon was accompanied by the disappearance of the flow of world energy that empowered her and her army.
Without the resurrection chamber, she was no longer immortal and every fallen soldier would stay dead.
"Cry me a river, bitch!" Sylpha cut the Mad Queen's head off, her prowess now leagues above her enemy's.
"Please, let me at least check that my son is alright." The regenerative powers of the white core allowed Thrud to reattach her head to the neck and beg for the sake of Valeron the Second.
"You never cared for the children of others. This is for Phloria Ernas!" A blast of emerald energy destroyed the Arthan Set and most of the Mad Queen's body, killing her on the spot.
