Helial had just left the basement of the Royal Palace behind him when he heard a slight chatter coming from the banquet hall. He took the corridor to his right and walked to the end; with each step, the chatter intensified more and more. Once he entered the hall, he found that all his companions were there, and with them there was also Circe and his group and all those who would fight for the salvation of Orma. The bigwigs were sitting at their usual positions, but one of the chairs was empty: Aure was missing.

"Tomorrow we will defeat the Prince of Darkness!" shouted Zion, raising a glass and waiting for the response from those around him.

Some replied, others simply smiled and sipped the wine in their glasses. To his amazement, Helial noted that Vlad was among the most enthusiastic drinkers of that unexpected gathering.

As soon as Frankenstein saw Helial, he ran towards him and took him under by the arm, bringing him to the centre of the room and offering him a glass of wine, which the boy accepted with pleasure.

So the showdown with the Prince of Darkness would be the next day. Helial had barely had time to complete the process of acquiring the Perfect Foundations.

"You know, among my titles there was also Prince of Darkness," said Iblis, appearing in the middle of the room, frowning deeply. “Now, an Undead shit takes on this title. This place is truly a sewer of the universe. "

He seemed to be speaking alone, but immediately afterwards Alexander and Bucephalus materialized next to him.

The boy was dressed completely in black, his skin so white as to stand out like a star in the firmament, and emanated a cold and death-filled Aura. Beside him was the extraordinarily beautiful and sensual figure of Alexander, wrapped in a white tunic; the golden hair of the young man shone brightly, and so did the earrings, the necklace that hung on his neck, and his eyes, marked with a light line of black makeup.

Alongside the two, Bucephalus in his human form was eating a salad with a critical look, without speaking.

No one, however, seemed to have noticed them. Nobody had approached their two seats and nobody had looked at them for more than a few seconds.

If they had known that two of the greatest monsters that ever existed within the universe were two or three tables away from them, how would they have reacted?

"Haha! Has the title of the great Iblis been usurped? " Alexander exclaimed sardonically.

“Luckily some titles can't be touched, you know? Like yours, the Broken-Ass King, it is impossible that someone can rival the great Alexander."

Alexander's smile cracked as he stared at the boy. He glanced at Bucephalus, who whinnied back. The King of Kings clenched his fist, which he would have gladly hurled at Iblis's face, and smiled a forced smile.

Iblis grinned satisfied and turned to look at his disciple, who had already swallowed three glasses of wine and was beginning to show the first signs of intoxication.

Helial held Frankenstein's head under one arm and Snowflake's head under the other as they struggled to steal the last potato croquettes on the table.

"It's mine!" Snowflake yelled.

"What?! You have already eaten them all!" yelled Frankenstein as he tried to free himself from Helial's steel grip.

"Tomorrow, during the clash, I will be leading the deployment, I need to strengthen myself!" Helial made a double suplex to Snowflake and Frankenstein, bashing their heads on the floor.

Vlad had already been knocked out after drinking half a jug of wine and he was snoring loudly on one of the tables.

From a distance, a sweet and thoughtful gaze rested on Vlad's scarlet head: Francesca was looking at him tenderly, with her chin resting on the palm of her hand. She observed the refined and pale features of that young warrior.

"Lumia was wearing a blue dress with white ribbons and lace embroidery everywhere, which gave her the appearance of a porcelain doll. The silver hair fell on her bare back, giving her a noble and ethereal appearance. However, with those tiny tits, not even 8 year-olds would have given her a second look."

Lumia went on a rampage and roared at Circe: "What the fuck did you say?"

Circe shrugged, looking around, her hands raised innocently. "I? Nothing, nothing! I was only making an accurate report on your ladyship and your infinite splendour. Being dressed up like this will make everyone fall at your feet."

The girl's gaze seemed capable of piercing steel.

Circe was not in the least afraid of it. "Now I am a little bit busy, I can't play with you," he said, and leaned towards Lumia's ear, touching it with the wet tip of her tongue. “Know that I will never give up, even if you have become stronger than me. It's only a matter of time before I catch up and crush you under a heel, miniature bitch."

Orma's Witch patted Lumia's head and stood up, striding towards the opposite side of the room.

Lumia tidied up the hair that Circe had messed up. She folded his hands behind his back and revealed a slight smile on her face.

If Circe really intended to compete with her for Helial, at least it could be said that she had the ideal character. If she had been discouraged by a threat, then she wouldn't have been worthy even of her brother's toenail.

Circe walked quickly, a determined glow in her eyes, towards her cousin, lying on the table.

Her fatal anger was about to fall on three unsuspecting brave young men.

Grabbing a half-asleep Vlad by the neck, Circe caught Snowflake and Frankenstein behind their backs and said, in a voice full of sensuality: "Who can explain to me what happened a few nights ago with my dear panties?"

Everybody froze.

Even Vlad, hearing those words, regained consciousness.

Snowflake and Frankenstein had just become two ice statues, while Helial had turned around raising an eyebrow.

"What?" asked the young man between the cat and the Goblin.

"You heard about the accident, didn't you?" Circe smiled. "And I have the feeling I know who the culprits are."

Vlad, caught in Circe's firm grip, had turned pale as a sheet. Usually, even during sleep, it would not have been a problem escaping from his cousin. However, dulled by alcohol, his reflexes had not been rapid enough.

Snowflake looked around innocently: "It was the two of them, I had nothing to do with it."

Circe looked at him curiously.

"Your name was written on the message, there was Los Gatos on it."

"Gatos? What are those? Never heard of them, I swear."

Snowflake had begun to look around, choosing which way to escape.

The first escape route was closed by Francesca coming up in front of him, the second by Sidra, and after a few seconds Zion and Lev appeared. Now they were completely surrounded.

But where the heck did they come from?!

All four of them had helpless expressions. They were only following the orders that Circe had given them.

And, moreover, no one had forced Snowflake, Frankenstein and Vlad to steal Circe's underwear. This would have been their well-deserved punishment.

“If war is what you want, you will have it! Our leader, or, what leader!, our general will lead us to victory anyway!" Snowflake roared, reaching out to feel Helial's shoulder. Still, his furry pad did not find the support it had expected.

Where a few seconds earlier Helial was standing, there was now only a small cloud that resembled the shape of his body. A little further on, their leader could be seen chatting happily with Cesar and Nelia about the battle of the next day.

One hand washes the other and both are used to escape from Circe's clutches, or something like that, right?

Everything that happened after that moment will not be reported due to the extreme violence of the incident and out of respect for three great war heroes such as Snowflake, Vlad and Frankenstein.

Their noble enterprise had led to not too unexpected repercussions.

Helial watched from the corner of his eye the sad end of his friends and could not help but make a worried face. His thoughts, however, were interrupted by a question from Cesar.

“Are you sure you're ready? Why didn't you advance to the Third Phase? Shouldn't it be too difficult now?"

The young Human shook his head and looked the King in the eye with unprecedented confidence. “Master, don't worry, there is nothing in tomorrow's clash that could escape my control. As long as everything follows my orders, not one of the Undead and Troll will remain alive."