The prince brought Adyna and Athan to their chamber within their interdimensional house, where sunlight passed through the windowpane. They were surprised that Adyna wept as Athan carried her and laid her down on the bed. He caressed her head as he held her hand.

She held his face and asked, "Did you...? Did-"

"No, no. It must be something else."

"Would you think it's our baby?"

He chuckled and said, "That's not possible, but well..."

"I can't foresee now. She rules our fate. She always does."

"We don't have to change it. We all die anyway."

"You don't mind living a short run?"

"Oh, I stopped living after I caught a sorceress-" then the prince's soul suddenly possessed him as he continued, "move back in time."

"Move when?" She asked as the prince moved out of Athan's body.

"When...?" Athan confusedly uttered. "Oh, no. My tongue must have slipped. Don't even know why I said it."

"Yeah, I haven't tried that...travelling back to the past. That's quite dark, but we can try that. What do you say?"

The prince vanished as Athan said, "Well, if you and our daughter can do it after you rest, I'm not against it."

They smiled at each other, then Athan said as he stood up, "Let me check the wall outside."

Adyna watched him as he went outside the room. She looked at her hands and tried harder to use them to cast ice and snowflakes over her, then they were pulled to the window pane and crushed into flakes.

As she sat up, she was enduring the pain in her tummy, and the window was suddenly broken, to which she had lowered her ear in response to the blast. When she slowly glanced at the broken window, a black stone spike was hovering and juddering a meter away from her head, sharply pointing at her as it was forcefully trying to move towards her.

She weakly got up and looked closely at the spike, then she slightly moved backward when it was released and rapidly hit the wall where it was pointing.

She quickly looked out the window, and she saw thousands of magicians surrounding their house and staring up at her as they started to repeatedly and blaringly chant, "Save the world we gave. A deal for us to kill."

When she ran to the door, half of the room was blasted, the spot where she had almost been killed.

As the chant was continual, she swiftly opened the door and went downstairs, holding her hurting tummy as she called aloud, "Athan! Athan! Athan, where are you?! Athan!"

She stayed near the front doors as she kept calling him as she turned and turned around. Then the chant stopped for her to hear her own heavy breathing.

"Athan...!" She worriedly uttered.

Then she turned to the doors and hastened to open them with her hands. She just stood there as she saw Athan's back, stilled and standing on the grass. He was tranced, facing them as his eyes teared.

"Athan!"

Her neck was suddenly strangled by nothing as Athan's heart was pulled out by black half a meter claws from his chest. And as she was levitated and pulled out of the house, she was holding onto her neck as she struggled to breathe, with her eyes shedding tears, looking down at him with the queen, who began to appear from her bloodied claws as she sucked his soul.

As the queen's claws turned to short nails, she hurled his heart backward for a warlock to catch and gratefully eat it.

The queen watched Adyna in the air and said, "You're weakened. Can you not even do any sort of I...magic? You know, strike me?"

Adyna's legs were kicking the wind as she couldn't do anything.

"Alright, let's just end this..." the queen said, then she sucked both souls of Adyna and her baby.

After Adyna's body dropped dead on the ground, the queen walked away and ordered the magicians, "Find Larreis's body and put her back in her chamber with her daughter."

I moved out of there through particles, rapidly, warping space and time to find the prince.

In his twenty-one-year-old physical body, I found him watching the universe, the stars, the galaxies that were slowly collapsing as he hovered in the dark. In space alone. He watched how the spirits, the erns, the souls, collapsed into nothing, in slow motion, leaving an empty universe with a vanishing great black hole.

I stayed right in front of his face to watch how his eyes blinked. After he stared through me as he stared at me, he drifted through me, then vanished behind me. And I was pulled by a powerful force, pulled to where he invisibly appeared as a soul by the doors, where his mother was sitting on the throne, watching the nullified magicians lifting and carrying out the enchantress's dead body from the floor. 

When the doors were closed in front of the queen, she passively stared at the prince.

"Vensen?" The queen doubtfully uttered with her furrowed eyebrows.

The prince turned to the closed doors, then he vanished.

"Vensen!" She yelled as she stood up from her seat.

The prince went back two millennia ago as a soul, by the sea, where the full moon shone on the waves. The wind was passing through him as he walked. Then he peeped in the cave, lit by a fire pit inside, where a man was preparing his ritual objects to summon the dark fallen angel. Vensen leaned the back of his head on the rocks outside after he peeped. Then, a sudden curved blade half-pierced into the rock, loosely holding his neck as it deactivated his soul and brought his six-year-old physical body back. It hung him and pushed his cheeks up as he saw the fallen angel facing him with incoming waves behind and standing ashore in the shadow.

When the man inside heard the noise it made, he put the various crystals he was holding down on a carved stone table in front of his waist, then he looked outside. He just saw nothing but the sea.

"What do you want?" The angel grunted as he tightened the rusted gold bar twisted around Vensen's hovering body.

The prince didn't speak, as he ignored the pain.

"Speak! What do you want? Do you want power?"

"Don't deal with him," the prince demanded as he endured the bars sunken into his skin.

"What would you offer?"

"Let's have a fair fight. If I win, I'll offer you my soul."

"A trade for millions of souls?"

They eyed each other, then the angel freed the prince, dropping him on the rocks.

The angel's left wing suddenly whooshed, striking the prince, but Vensen instinctively dodged. He continued striking him with his wings alternately as the prince moved and moved backward to avoid the powerful attacks. Until Vensen just flickered as his soul kept disappearing and reappearing anywhere to evade the fast and aggressive angel.

When the prince didn't reappear, the angel fiercely stopped.

"Do not hide!" The angel said. "You think you can fool me? I have your soul already, you fool."

Vensen reappeared as a soul as he held the angel's hand and said, as the angel looked at him, "Not if I got you first." Then he instantly made the angel disappear and sent him back to hell.

The prince went to the cave's entrance and just stood there, watching the man inside, who was standing with outstretched open arms towards the sea outside. He was conjuring the fallen angel in his upward head and closed eyes.

The angel's footsteps on the sand came slowly, holding his wanded cane horizontally, behind Vensen. When the prince turned to him, the angel flipped the cane over and lunged the spike side of it at Vensen, to thrust it into his chest.

I intercepted.

I suddenly caught the point and blocked it, and I burst one blazing wave of light when it hit the gravity within me.

The angel looked at Vensen as the man had been stopped from conjuring, and stared at both of them outside.

"I also have summoned a soul?" The man confusedly asked.

The prince disappeared, leaving the angel alone, who held his cane upward as I flickered the tiniest lights as I hovered around.

"Wait, where did he go?" The man asked as he put his arms down and noticed the angel. "Oh, sire!" As he bowed to the angel. "I'm expecting you to come."

The angel walked in and asked the man, "What do you want?"

"I want..." He stared into the angel's eyes.

"Speak the word."

"I want..."

The angel waited as he looked at the man's mouth.

"...I want you dead," the man continued.

"What?" The angel furiously grunted, then he vigorously struck the man out of his way with his arm, whose flesh burst after he was flung on the rocks.

The angel was extremely distraught, moving and moving around as he glanced at himself, at his arms, then he turned to the prince's soul standing in the entrance, who had just come out of the dead man's body. Yelling was the only thing the angel gave to Vensen before he quickly, repeatedly, and weakly tried to strike him outside.

He couldn't hit the prince at least once as his burnt black wings began to become brittle and slowly shatter, making him unable to fly. He stood on the sand when his body rapidly decayed, leaving random, fractured holes through his body.

"What have you done?" The angel muttered.

"Words did it," the prince's soul answered as he slowly walked towards the angel.

"I command the words! They don't... They..." And he screamed as he quickly dispersed erns, "No, no! You... You'll never live without death chasing after you," then he vanished in the shadows completely.

Moving forward for centuries, the planet's thirteen kingdoms lived an ordinary life. A life where magic hides and is no longer seen as part of the Earth's system, only seen as evil. Magic was taught and given by some dark fallen angels just to patch and repeat what had been altered.

As the Earth faced another global winter season, the prince in his twenty-one-year-old physical body swiftly ran from the deptser, coming after him in a crowded city of Roshzen Kingdom up north.

The people were hindering him as the deptser was coming closer behind. Then suddenly, the city collapsed and shrank so that he stopped running and looked down at a piece of cracked stone stilled under his foot. A man appeared crossing in front of him, with whom he had an eye-to-eye encounter. Blue eyes with frozen pupils. After he passed him, the city went back to normal, then he saw his other self, meters away from him, had been stabbed in the heart by a witchess who gave a disturbing show to the people around.

Vensen looked at his body, then looked for the man who had just passed by him. As he was searching for him among the crowd, he passed by him, who was just standing and leaning on a wall without being seen or noticed, watching the prince moving away before he walked out of there.

At a homestead, Vensen's soul appeared in its room where an ordinary Adyna was in labor pain and bleeding on the bed, groaning and screaming out for Athan to come, until a midwife leisurely entered the room by the door and closed it behind her.

"Where's Athan?" Adyna asked with her heavy breaths as she was barely sitting. "Where is he?"

Vensen was suddenly pulled out of the room backward and all the way away from the house and its land. He was pulled by the same man with frozen eyes as he gasped in the man's hand, stuck on his back.

Vensen looked at the man who was staring into the house and uttered, "Y-you. It was you I-"

"You can not stop her from dying," the man said, then he looked the prince in the eyes.

The prince also looked into the house as the man continued, "Her nameless daughter never lived and never will be."

Adyna's horrified scream echoed to where Vensen was.

"She will be," Vensen said. "I'll make her live."

"Nope," the man disagreed. "You can't."

"I can-"

"You can't make her."

Vensen gave the man a side-eye.

"Come on," the man said as he pulled the prince, making them both disappear.

The man, originally an elf, brought the prince into the Night in Snow dimension, now known as Elfland, after the elves' inhabitation. In the name itself, the realm is in eternal night and freezing snow, where everything is covered with ice, and the only plane the elves can adapt to with their dry-ice-skinned body.