“Mr Sonarsmith?” muttered Harold. “Why did you come here?” “I came here because of him,” explained Oliver referring to Bobby. “This is Bobby. He formed a crimefighting team with his friends in an effort to stop this threat,” he added. Harold had nothing to say, but Pierre was different. “That’s very touching,” he replied. “Now stand back and let Harold get his hard-earned justice.” A spark of rage grew in Oliver, fuelled by Pierre’s comment. “WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING TO HIM?” shouted Oliver, while pointing his staff at Pierre. “After Harold broke out of jail, he went to Regine,” explained Pierre. “I found him ten years later and helped him get here,” he added. “In the last few weeks, we have found all of the Maioura Blades and created the Avere Maioure. Now, this entire city will turn to stone and Harold will have justice.” “Harold don’t listen to him,” ordered Bobby. “Why should I listen to you?” asked Harold.

Bobby retreated from the conversation, but he remained at the docks. “As for you Mr Sonarsmith, why didn’t you help me all those years ago?” asked Harold. Oliver sighed. “Look, I tried to help you, I really did, but the situation was too big, and the cops wouldn’t listen,” explained Oliver. “Oh yeah? How did you try to help me?” asked Harold. “I tried telling the cops that you were a good person, and that you wouldn’t do something like murdering someone,” answered Oliver. “You should have taken some proof,” replied Harold. “I wish I could’ve, but I didn’t have any,” explained Oliver. “Please, just know that I have faith in you, I always have,” he added.

Harold paused on hearing Olivers words, his thoughts taking him on a retrospective journey of all his previous interactions with Oliver. He saw many scenes flash through his mind. Most of them were about his college years in Mr Sonarsmith’s class, doing various assignments. Harold could hear Oliver’s voice in his mind saying: Good job Harold … You got an excellence mark on your surrealist painting … Your painting is now being displayed at Halmarn Museum … You have a very bright future ahead of you … Lost in his memories, Harold just stood there, completely motionless. He blankly stared at what was in front of him, but he didn’t seem to register any of it. It was like he was in another world. Bobby and Oliver stood in front of him while Pierre stood behind. Everyone was confused.

“Well, this must have been nice, meeting up with your old teacher,” stated Pierre with a sense of sarcasm. “Now turn them to stone,” he ordered. Pierre’s words didn’t seem to move Harold. He continued to stand there, reminiscing about all the things Oliver had said about him, while a couple of seagulls flew above, not taking much interest in the situation. “Do it, NOW!” snapped Pierre. Bobby turned on Pierre. “You have no right to speak, he wouldn’t have sent an army of stone warriors to attack Fluvaria if it weren’t for you,” replied Bobby.

After a minute of being static, Harold finally moved. His hand seemed to be clutching tighter on to the Avere Maioure. Pierre watched in delight. He expected Harold to point it at Bobby and Oliver. While he did raise the Avere Maioure, it was not in the direction Pierre expected.

“Wh … What are you doing?” muttered Pierre, as the Avere Maioure was being pointed at him. Harold aimed it at Pierre’s feet and began the transformation. A blast of red light came from the blade. Pierre’s feet and ankles were now nothing but stone. The effect travelled up his body until he completely turned into a statue. While this was happening, Pierre’s eyes bored into Harold, his expression full of hate. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” he screamed. “I KEPT YOU COMPANY FOR TEN YEARS, I HELPED YOU GET HERE, AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPA—” Before he could finish saying the word repay, Pierre had completely turned to stone. His face was stuck in an expression of anger and betrayal. His flesh, hair and clothes were now just rocky configurations. Harold walked over to the statue that used to be Pierre. It was standing right at the edge of the docks. With a bit of force, he was able to push it into the water. Once it fell, it let out a giant splash before sinking to the ocean floor.

Harold felt as if he had accomplished something great, but it wasn’t the last of his actions. He turned around to face Bobby and Oliver, both of whom were watching with great intrigue. Harold tapped his staff on the ground, so the crystal touched the wooden floorboards. He raised his foot and stamped on the crystal with force. Many red shards came off the body of the Maioura Crystal and shortly after, a large red aura boomed across Fluvaria. Harold, Bobby, and Oliver couldn’t see what had happened, but it was something great. While Narvy and Elsa were fighting a swarm of stone warriors, they noticed the same red aura. When it erupted, all of the stone warriors turned into lifeless statues, none of them had a sliver of red magic flowing through them any more.

“Good, now destroy the Avere Maioure,” ordered Bobby. Instead of destroying it, Harold tossed it to Bobby. “I’ll let you do the honours,” he replied. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have reunited with Mr Sonarsmith, and he wouldn’t have helped me,” he added. Bobby took a few seconds to examine the blade he was holding, then he squatted down and slammed the Avere Maioure against the floorboards. The red crystal blade shattered into several pieces, none of which remained magical. Just then, another red aura erupted across the city. There were several citizens who had been turned to stone during the chaos. With the power of the aura, they transformed back into humans. The buildings that had been affected, also reverted back to their former appearance. The vintage buildings regained their fine curves, while the modern ones regained their shine.

“Bobby, did you see that?” asked Harold. “See what?” asked Bobby. “The red light, look what it did,” replied Harold. Bobby turned around and looked at Fluvaria. It was no longer a literal concrete jungle. It was now in the state he associated the city with. “How did that happen?” asked Bobby. “When you destroyed the Avere Maioure, it must have undone all of the effects,” answered Harold. Bobby didn’t need any further explanation, the answer he received was logical enough for him. “We should meet up with the others,” suggested Oliver. “I agree,” replied Bobby. “I hope they’re okay.” “I’m sure they are,” commented Oliver. “There’s no more stone warriors around, and if they were turned to stone, they would have turned back by now.” All of the possible concerns in Bobby’s mind were erased. Not that they were even powerful thoughts to begin with.

As the two of them walked away from the ocean, Oliver turned to Harold. “Are you coming?” asked Oliver. Harold agreed to come along, three minutes after Oliver asked. “Sure, why not,” replied Harold. After a few minutes, the sounds of seagulls and thrashing waves were gone. Now they were surrounded by many buildings from different generations, as opposed to some boats and an endless blue void. Narvy and Elsa were the first people Bobby and Oliver found. Eventually, Hannah, Edward, Rita, and Beth came to them.