THE END
Amargo laughter echoed, her joy was overflowing. She could smell her victory with just this final strike.
Vimdraolf howled in his beast from, he lifted up his wings to fly, but only one rose up, and the broken one remained on the ground like a baggage.
He was helpless, flying with one wing was next to impossible as he wouldn't be able to keep his balance, and his weight would just be too much for one wing.
Even with all this impossibilities, Vimdraolf rose up from the ground, he took deep breath to keep himself steady.
He was barely a foot above the ground, when he fell right back. Vimdraolf didn't give up still, picking himself up to try again.
Esmeralda's life depended on him. Amargo watched in joy at his suffering, the sleeping Esmeralda opened her eyes to see herself floating on an open air, hanging with no balance over a large green sea.
Panic took over, she recognizes the river to be the sea of no return.