The prince sneaked out by the empty corridors in the Murdgen Palace, and the mirror in his chamber cracked from the center as black smoke forced itself out of the cracks.

When a man, a wizard in a red-blood mantle, was about to cross the corridor by making a footfall, the furtive prince suddenly disappeared into invisible particles. He swiftly drifted down the cellar, where he reappeared in the dark as fragments of stones around its iron door fell off the wall.

He whirled his index finger, and a spark of fire was cast to light the burnt-out candle on a candlestick on top of a wooden desk filled with modern white papers that he had all crumpled into a hill of trash on the ground and burned it. He hauled a heap of grimoires out of the corner of the cellar and burned them in the fire. He covered his nose with his arm as he coughed out smoke, as the fire gleamed in his eyes.

As the fire ashes the books and papers, he took the candlestick for a light. He went to the other side of the cellar where a human-sized machine stood, unplugged from its small power source box on the floor, and he plucked the spirit neutralisation device, a three-centimeter oblate spheroid, from the center of the machine. Then he placed the candlestick back on the desk to scan the device in his hands.

Before the candle burned out, he took a deep breath as he held the device's edges with his right fingers over his open left palm.

He then placed it in his palm and pressed the button, a built-in flat switch in the device's center, and a small needle came out, underneath the device, exerting an electric shock throughout his body. He was electrocuted as he fell to the floor, as the device was dropped and bounced over the ground.

The cellar was darkened when the candle had burned out, as his soul was activated when his spirited physical body was neutralised in a shock by that little device he invented himself.

When he passed out, a wave of light from him blew the entire cellar, which caused short-term vibration across the palace. The mirror shattered in his chamber where a humanoid figure covered with black smoke, a deptser who can steal a soul to hell, finally came out of it and dashed out of the chamber as it hushly hovered.

As soon as the prince gained his consciousness back, he sat up and raised his hands near his face as he glowed his arms with streaming blue electric lights in his skin. He smirkingly watched his arms, lighting the dim cellar.

The deptser entered a chamber through a wall where the adopted princess was excitedly trying on a golden royal dress. When she suddenly stopped spinning around, the entity disappeared behind her before she impasively turned to it.

The queen, his mother, suppressed her anger as she hurriedly walked down the corridor towards the hidden library's door sealed with molten steel. She tried to break the casted spell with her abducted fingers as she got closer until she just clenched her hands down and stood with her face wanting to burst. Then the wooden double doors were free of spell when the molten steel evanesced, and her eyebrows furrowed as she glanced at her hands. She looked around and saw no one before she deliberately went to the doors. As she opened it with her hands gripping the iron handles, sooty smoke from the burning books and woods greeted her, and she covered her nose with her arm before she furiously left the room open.

She went to her daughter's chamber and forcibly opened the door, and out of shock, the princess quickly changed her grand blue dress into a less formal one.

"Where's your brother?" The queen asked.

"I don't know," the frightened princess answered. "W-why? What's with him?"

"He studied magic. Help me find him," then she left without closing the door.

"Densey!" The queen repeatedly shouted as she hurriedly walked down the empty great hall. "Densey! Densey, you old damn devil! Densey!"

Once she stepped near the center of the hall, an injured old woman necromancer entered the heavy elm doors before an elongated, sharp molten steel that came from the darkened outside filled with dead and living magicians, pierced her heart from her back, and swiftly reached and crossed the mortal heart of the queen that freed thousands of souls from her body.

Through a flash of neutralising his physicality all by himself without the device, the prince appeared in the past as a strange young man, five years earlier, when the sun just rose behind the Redgess Fortress, where imprisoned and unconscious Adyna was behind the throne of the enchantress.

From the verge and among them, right where he appeared, he was briskly walking, channeling the magma up the continental crust through his steps towards the echantress.

Terff's eyes caught the prince. She was staring down over him as he continued to walk, facing the ground, as I followed him. I tried to move away from him, but it was me. He was imperceptible to her. She was staring at me. Her eyes were stuck on me as I moved in all directions. Instead of vanishing, I hid behind him, and that was the worst decision when his body and flesh burst by her mind, leaving his soul out, which instantly vanished out of there.

Her eyes were still on me, and the prince regenerated his body into a different man from feet to head, as she tried to hit me with everything she could without leaving her seat. I stayed away from him as I swerved, dodging her unpredictable mind magic attacks. She almost struck me with visible purple lightnings that sold attention to croomns.

The prince continued to walk until he reached the base of the mountain, where he stood and turned around, then I was hit by an ice spike and dispersed a few erns.

At the verge from where he began walking, the ground cracked open, ejecting lava that swiftly split and tore the area, devouring half the croomns. And that distracted the enchantress and the croomns who were gathered and rounded in the air by the raised right hand of the prince. Then he crumpled them into dust as he clenched his right fingers.

Terff was extremely upset as she stood up from the throne. When she just turned around, she was stunned when she was blocked by the prince's sudden appearance, grasping her arm.

"Where are you going?" The prince asked, and then she was teleported inside the magic nullification cell with the lady sorceress.

The enchantress was totally dazed and distraught as she moved away from the lady, sticking her back on the cell and hysterically speaking as the prince watched her, "What is this? Who are you? Who are you? Why am I here? Get me out of here! Help! Help me!"

He chuckled. "Oh, them?" He jeeringly said. "No one would hear us from here. Watch this..."

He walked closer to the cell and touched it with his right hand, then the feet of the enchantress were melted by lava, melting her up. She screamed in pain until she was gone along with the lava.

When he took his hand down from the cell, the cell cracked down into crystals that freed the lady. He squatted next to her and held her hand on the ground, then they both vanished from there. They appeared outside an interdimensional place, concealedly overlapping the physical world, where, inside, there was a lone grand house. The prince was carrying the unconscious lady on the grass under the stars.

He deliberately handed her inside the invisible barrier, and a spot shimmered where it slimily pulled and engulfed her. Then the place vanished with the lady straightaway as another sorceress in a muddy cloak lurked in the shadows.

On the same day, on the other side of the planet where the sun was shining, the Murdgen Palace had a great feast for their prince's second birthday, wrapped in the arms of the queen, who was sitting next to her young adopted daughter as they watched the jesters performing at the royal court.

The present prince was there among the guests as Lord Wedtory, a mage, eyeing an old warlock sitting with other magicians at the other table. They were gossiping about the disappearance of the enchantress and her army.

The warlock excused himself as he stood up and went to the queen to whisper something. He bowed to the queen before leaving the courtyard and entering the palace.

The prince also excused himself and inconspicuously left to follow the warlock. They were also followed by a lady witchess who also left her seat.

Once the prince was out of sight by the corridor, his soul left Wedtory's body and continued to follow the warlock who briskly walked.

"What am I...?" Confused Wedtory questioned himself, being there alone. "How did I...?"

When he turned around, he was delighted when the lady witchess was rushing toward him with glaring eyes.

He walked towards her as he said, "Oh, human! I'm a bit confused. Do you ha..." Then he gasped when the witchess's face suddenly appeared close to his chin as she squeezed his heart inside his chest with blood dripping down her arm from her buried fingers.

She removed her hand from his open chest as he fell dead on the floor, then she left to follow the warlock as she disgustedly shook the blood off her hand that had spattered her dress and the floor.

The warlock entered the cellar with eleven magicians who encircled the hanged lady sorceress as they were casting an incantation with their eyes stuck to the sorceress's open eyes. As the warlock joined them in a circle, the prince, as a souled man, appeared standing outside the unhidden house of the sorceress, which had become part of the physical dimension.

"No..." He uttered.

"No?" The princess said behind him.

He turned around, then she blew a carbonized human powder on his face, a poison that directly killed him down to the ground and awakened him back in the cellar where he first neutralised his spirits to activate his soul.

He quickly stood up and spun around, as his body glimmered with blue electric lights. He vanished and appeared in the past as a soul where Adyna and Athan were out alone in the desert. The moment when the circle, with their closed eyes, lit a white light that streamed through the lines and ran across the planet. Before it could reach the throne where Queen Esofere was sitting, the prince spotted the witch man, who distantly appeared behind the sorceress who channeled fire in his hands, glaring at them.

The witch was about to cast the fire when the soul of the prince swiftly crossed through him and vanished into smoke, which pulled his soul out of his body. As his body fell dead, his soul was in shock before he instantly disappeared, and as the prince's soul reappeared.

The light also stopped when Adyna turned to where the dead witch was.

As thousands of magicians suddenly appeared kilometers away from the sorceress and Athan, surrounding them, Adyna turned to Athan and saw the sword just hurled by an old magician.

"Athan!" She pulled him down to the sand to dodge the sword that swiftly passed over them.

The sorceress's belly suddenly tingled with pain, and she held it and said, "We didn't disappear..."

Athan immediately sat up and put his arm around her back, then asked her, "What is it?"

"Can you still make us teleport from here?"

"No, what's wrong? Is it our baby? I've a..." He tried to make them disappear in a moment of silence. "Yeah, I couldn't make us either."

"She's taking half of our charms."

"How?" Then he looked around and saw the still magicians who were confused by Adyna's no-attack.

"Athan, we have to continue!"  

"No. We can get back. Not for now. We can't outwin them like this."

"No, no!" She cried. "She's already getting stronger and stronger ev... ugh! Please! We're losing chances!"

A sorceress's body explosion caught their attention.

"What was that?" Athan asked.

They were speechless as they watched how every magician dropped dead on the sand.

The prince suddenly went and appeared next to Adyna and Athan. He then held both their hands to disappear.

Terff appeared as she finished sucking the souls, as she looked into where they disappeared.

"You failed..." Queen Esofere uttered behind Terff. "...again."

When Terff turned to her, she immediately sucked her soul, dropping Terff's dead body on the sand, then the queen exhaled as she looked into the stars over the horizon.