184 CLXXXIV. The Ultimate Plan.

"Quick, Empress," Vanilla exclaimed. "Descend right there!" The eagle screamed and glided down faster than any raptor bird could.

They arrived in the countryside in the south of Merry Oaths. Nature was gone. Only duststorms, red rocks, and dead logs stood against the mortal winds whipping the area. The once towering yet humble Manor of the King's had been mauled and destroyed beyond recognition; its third floor was totally gone, and the first and second looked as if they had been bombarded with bazookas, exposing most of their torn furniture insides.

"Hey, there is Cookie!" Rowie yelled. "And she needs help!"

The blonde was on the second floor, launching rocks and levitating with her bee wings as Custos Apes stunned a group of grotesque creatures trying to kill her. "Take that! Monster!" She yelled, but the ground around trembled, and the putrefact humanoids kept jogging and lounging against her.