Thick snow covered the forest floor where the five-year-old son of Queen Esofere, the same prince who was in the past scenes, was flinging stones that broke the heads of thirteen snowmen he had built.

After he hit the last head, her adopted sister, who was sitting on a smaller boulder, spoke to him, "That's quite a violent dream you had."

The prince walked away without a word, and then the princess rushedly followed him.

"You still don't have the ability?" The princess asked as they walked over the rocks and leaves. "Are you even trying?"

"Do you really care?" The prince asked in annoyance. "Don't worry, I'm refusing the crown."

"No, that's not... Ugh! Let's just go home." Using her hand, she generated a hazy portal ahead of them, then they walked into it.

The prince went out of the portal alone to his bedchamber, where he lazily lay on the bed with his face on it. He faced the vault and sighed, staring through me.

His sixth birthday came. The Murdgen family celebrated it in the royal court, where he sat next to his mother and sister.

As they were watching the magicians performing, the princess handed the prince a small glass bottle of liquid on his thigh under the table. She tapped and tapped it on him until he took it with his hand and looked at her.

"Drink it up later," the princess whispered. "My last gift."

The prince took a look at the bottle and immediately hid it when the queen glanced at him and at the princess.

Right after the prince's birthday celebration, at night, the prince crashed into his chamber and went to a wooden table by the wall.

He took the bottle from his pocket with his left hand and used his right hand to make a grimoire appear from the table's surface. He turned to page after page until he found the page where the princess left a note saying, "Drink it up. That's the right poison I could ever find for you. Hope you won't get back. I'll be watching you, little brother."

He lifted the book and the bottle with his hands and uttered the sentence written on the same page, in a lower voice, saying, "Death is with me, a day of journey." Then he drank the poison up, and the substance quickly reacted as it streamed down his throat. He got dizzy as the table was thumped with the empty bottle, and it rolled and fell broken on the floor.

Before he even got back to his bed to lie down, he fell dead on the floor. His soul was detached from his body. He sat up and saw his dead body. He then excitedly stood up and drifted around his room as he could both touch and pass through any object.

He tried to cross the closed window, but fear hit him for a moment when he saw how high he was from the shadowed ground as he flipped and turned in the air.

As he could see his sister through the walls, as I can, the princess who walked from the corridor and entered his room had a delighted smirk when she saw him dead on the floor, then shut the door and left with a thrilled walk.

His soul vanished next to me, and he appeared in the very future where no particles were left, no souls and spirits. No realities. Just the two of us. Just an empty universe that the great black hole sucked his soul and me back to the past in reverse and at irrelevant speed. We were distortedly pulled through its magnetic force, bringing us back to a universe where I began to exist, where erns existed in the dark.

And through the same black hole, we were pulled again along with erns that brought us back to the present at the same speed. Back to his chamber, where his dead body lay on the floor. His soul lay on his body and brought it back to life.

He lamely stood up as he looked at his body, then he lay down, crossing his bed and staring at the vault with his green eyes as he breathed. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then he sighed before he opened his eyes again and immediately got out of bed.

He quickly dressed himself up in different attire in front of a dressing glass mirror that projected his reflection, then he stared into his eyes. 

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. A 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 also burned them in the fire. 

As the fire gleamed in his eyes, he covered his nose with his arm as he coughed out smoke.

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 and was unplugged from its small power source box on the floor.

He plucked the spirit neutralization 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. Then a small needle came out, underneath the device, exerting an electric shock throughout his body.

He was electrocuted as he fell to the floor, and the device was dropped and bounced over the ground. He passed out. A soul activation when his spirited physical body was neutralized in a shock by that little device he invented himself.

Then a wave of light from him blew the entire cellar, which caused short-term vibration across the palace.

The mirror was also shattered in his chamber that freed a humanoid figure covered with black smoke, a deptser, who can steal a soul to hell.

The deptser dashed out of the chamber as it hushly hovered.

The cellar was darkened when the candle was also burned out in a few seconds.

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 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 where it was.

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 was getting closer. Until she just clenched her hands down and stood with her face wanting to burst.

Then the wooden double doors were freed 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.

She went to her daughter's chamber and forcibly opened the door.

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 necromancess entered the heavy elm doors. Then an elongated, sharp molten steel that came from the darkened outside, filled with dead and living magicians, suddenly pierced the woman's heart from her back.

And it also swiftly reached and crossed the mortal heart of the queen that freed millions of souls.

From the stairs, the princess couldn't move as she watched what just happened.