The Warning of the Time Dragon
The Time Dragon watches them with a gaze as old as the universe. "Now you know the truth. But knowing is not enough. The war that awaits you is greater than you imagine."
Veran gritted his teeth. "We are ready to fight."
The Dragon shakes his head. "No. You are not."
Raigor clenches his fists. "What do you mean?"
"The Assassin King has used the power of Time to manipulate every event up to this moment. He knows that you came from the future. He has always been watching you."
Veran feels a shiver down his spine. "So he already knew everything?"
"Not all," the Dragon replies. "But he prepared the ground for you to come to him… only to fall into his trap."
Raigor grips the hilt of his sword. "Then he underestimated us. If he thinks we are merely pawns in his game, he is sorely mistaken."
The Dragon smiles, a smile made of stars and broken time. "We'll see."
Then, with a flap of his wings, the Time Dragon disappears, leaving them alone in the vortex of time.
The Declaration of War
Veran and Raigor return to the real world. The sky above them is dark, the winds carrying with them the scent of the coming battle.
Dairon and the other allies await them.
"What have you discovered?" Dairon asks.
Veran looks up. "We have found the true enemy."
Raigor nods. "The Assassin King. The Puppet Master of War."
A deathly silence falls among the warriors. That name is synonymous with death.
But Veran has no doubts. "This will be our last battle."
Raigor smiles fiercely. "And we will win."
The war has begun. And this time, history will be written in the Puppet Master's blood.