In the center of that palace, which was covered by fog and debris, the broken pillars made the place feel sad and abandoned, as if it were an abandoned museum, the beautiful red carpets with yellow edges were already all dirty and torn, the armor beside the throne that represented strength and progress, now only represented fear and agony, the chandelier was half lit and swaying from side to side. From the entrance of the palace to the throne, you could see beautiful colonial furniture completely broken and some even with fire as well as the wonderful paintings that were hanging on the wall of the palace, in addition, the flags that showed patriotism, were now on fire.

      Surely that place was now just a graveyard of what it once was, while the storm consumed the skies with its thunder and lightning. Lucien found himself facing Luna, she walked slowly in front of him without hesitating, when at last she stood in front of the royal throne, where drops of water fell on her, as above her there was no roof, as it was destroyed, and in front of her below the steps was Lucien completely scared. The fog completely ceased when Lucien's katana glowed brightly and Luna cast her most powerful magic to end that fight that had started long ago, Luna's gaze only expressed anger and revenge, while Lucien only showed anxiety and fear than that. it would have at last, but before that final fight starts, Luna laughs with an evil tone, and in the blink of an eye, she was in front of Lucien, delivering her first blow. That was already foreseen in the prophecy of the ancient monks, it was exactly what should happen. Lightning, thunder and dead soldiers, the gods no longer wanted to intervene, it was far beyond the celestial power of anyone.