The red werewolf appeared in an unseen area of the tower, it was a strange place, all around it was a huge captivating lake backed by a large rampart of a mountain range.
In the very middle of the lake was a piece of land, as big as the forest he was in before.
The prince saw that all his wounds were healed and his hunch was on the point, even his sliced arm and slashed eye became normal.
With a jolly face he looked here and there only to find another familiar individual. That's right, it was no one but John Stark.
He defeated Farrie Holaleth and arrived at the last round, his eyes widened and a series of terrors appeared on his eyes when he saw a red werewolf.
He quickly understood who he was. "You... you defeated Carlo?" Asked the Fair Sword of Humanity.
Ezra Zephyr nodded.
"This is the final round, you can surrender whenever you want. The winner shall be the sole inheritor of my Spirity Bailiwick, you may start now.