As the fight proceeded, the neotides were enjoying the scene from the outside. They cheered for whomever was leading. They had no sides because they hated both the werewolves who were inside. Both of them had killed hundreds of neotides in their lifetimes. So fighting with each other to kill was simply thrilling.

"Fight Adrianna! Kill that werewolf!"

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"Pierre, kill the beast!"

"Kill the queen, Pierre!"

"We will hang her on the entrance of Vikra's cave."

"We can hang both of them."

They were laughing and shouting as Vikra was watching the two of them and listening. It was exhilarating and he could feel that his goals were near completion now. He saw how the two werewolves were growling and fighting each other as they injured and drew blood out from the furs. He could see how Adrianna had been able to injure Pierre to the extent that he was wincing in pain. However, brave as he was, he didn't back out. He only increased his attack all the more. Vikra had to give him that. Pierre was fighting for his freedom.

Isidorus, Mihr and other Mozias were looking in horror at the two of them. It was too gory and they wanted to stop the fight. They feared for their queen. Isidorus had never felt so helpless that he had this kind of a feeling for the first time in this entire life. He could see that this was the beginning of the end of the Wizard Kingdom.

Mihr was extremely angry. He said, "What the hell is going one, Isidorus? Why can't we as wizards use our magic and save the queen? It is extremely ridiculous for us to stand between all these neotides and watch our queen fight. Have you become so helpless and hopeless?"

Isidorus looked at Vikra and said, "Do you look at that creature out there?"

Mihr followed his gaze and found Vikra staring at them.

"He can hear this conversation. This is his land. If we go and try to save Adrianna, he will kill her this instant."

Mihr's eyes were wide with shock. He fisted his right hand in his other left palm out of anger. There has to be a way.

Vikra turned his line of sight to the cage where the two werewolves were fighting. He could see that Pierre was about to lose. Perhaps he was about to die. He was seeing the sheer strength of Adrianna and was satisfied inside that how useful she would be in his endeavor to rule the world. He imagined riding her back. He imagined making her his wand. How powerful she would be if she became his wand.

The possibilities were vast and each possibility only thrilled him more. He relaxed on the chair behind because he knew the outcome of the fight inside the cage. Pierre was almost finished as Adrianna had caught his neck from behind and tossed him into the air. He crashed into the car on the ceiling, which clanked heavily and then landed on the ground. Vikra saw how bloodied he was now. There was blood dripping from every part of his body. "You wanted your freedom? Here be free from this world," he hissed as he laughed.

Many neotides who never used to watch the fight, joined the show. It was something rare. Everyone was extremely absorbed in the fight. Suddenly there was a blast in the north side of the land. The sound of the blast was so deafening that Vikra stood up from his seat and looked at that side. He could see tall flames rising from the source of the sound and the area was covered in smoke. Everyone looked in that direction and was surprised as what had happened when one of them shouted, "That blast is from the underground cave where we create our weaponry!"

The neotides standing around him were still wondering about the blast when they heard their fellow. Immediately a group of neotides started to leave the arena and run to the blast site. Vikra stood there in his place rooted to the ground conjecturing as to how did the blast happen. There was a small blast that occurred many years back in the weaponry unit because of some miscalculation, however, it couldn't happen now since he had corrected the fault.

He waited for sometime until the flames reduced and looked at the cage in front. Perhaps another fault had occurred and he sat down again in his chair. However, as soon as he sat down, two more blasts took place and this time one was in the weaponry unit while the other was in the cave he dwelled.

Now he was alarmed. He looked at Isidorus who was looking as confused. Not wasting another minute, he flew towards Isidorus and came to a stop right in front of him. He hissed, "Who all came with you?"

Isidorus stared at the creature in front of him and replied with a smile, "No one."

But Vikra wasn't satisfied with his answer. He looked at the cage where the two werewolves were still fighting and rest of the neotides was watching them with interest. He didn't want to miss the scenario but had to leave to see the source of chaos. He hated that someone dared to hamper his entertainment. He had to find him or her and punish accordingly. After instructing his generals, he left.

After about five minutes Isidorus held Mihr's hand quietly. Mihr held the hand of the Mozia standing next to him and soon all of them held each other's hand. The generals who were standing there to prevent them from escaping saw that the five of them were getting sucked into a vortex. They were shocked and ran around here and there to find the wizards but none of them was seen anywhere their eyes could see.

The five of them joined Dmitri and the Mozia inside Vikra's cave.

Isidorus laughed softly. He was extremely happy the way Dmitri carried out the blast.

"Adrianna is fighting with your father," said Isidorus. He had to break this information to Dmitri expecting him to become angry.

Dmitri's expressions darkened.

Before he could react, Mihr said, "Let us go out now and attack them!"

Suddenly a voice from behind made them jump. "No, I need you all over here now."