The battle was lost: legions of centaurs, unicorns, Pegasus's, Dyads, and other legendary creatures were either murdered, or had been under Fists's commandment. You could hear the roars and howls of Fists's army- for they were victorious. They had won the battle and now Rigby, Mordecai, Margaret, Pops, Benson, and Skips, were all going to be massacred. The Mulk's, chattering birds with a heinous sense of humor, were carrying the band to the Tower of Leviosa. Because of the Mulk's having a nourishment of the misery of living beings, it was making it nearly impossible for Rigby to be moral or positive in any way. Rigby had glanced at Mordecai and seen that he was being tormented significantly worst than Rigby was. Mulk's had a particularly lust for the misery of beings with higher intelligence and Mordecai having a higher education than Rigby, made the Mulk's "feed" off of him more. But no one in the band was as godawful as Skips, being the wisest. Rigby could see the The Trident of Wingardium, being carried by a inky-green prodigious, dumpy ogre.

Smoke and ashes permeated the atmosphere, villages were in ruins or smoldering, grasslands were overspread with blood, weapons, and the perished bodies who had fought in the vast battle. Lakes, instead of an pellucid azure, had reddish-black waters, in which were filled with sunken or smoky vessels and a buoyant of bodies. As they approached the Tower of Leviosa, the ghastly sounds of howls and wails were heard and concluded as abruptly as they were perceived. The Mulk's had released them, they fell onto the frigid, stone ground of the tower. Then, they saw what was howling and wailing just moments ago. The heads of Griffins were scattered across the Tower's grounds, golden-bronze blood was oozing out of the creature's corpse. Fists appeared from the behind them, but instead of his black trench coat and fedora, he wore a long, silvery cape.

"The Warden lays lifeless, I told him to understand that he had primarily offered me the power to rule the Realm of Mortis." Fists yelled encircling around them. He proceeded speaking, "I managed to assassinate your beloved friend, Eileen, and now you all will join her in death" Fists laughed wickedly, and a gang of Blemmyes had forced them to get up and walk to their death. Blemmyes, were a tribe of acephalous monsters with the bodies of man and had eyes and mouths on their chest. As they walked, all Rigby could think was he failed. Failed at saving the Realm of Mortis, saving himself and Mordecai, Margaret, Pops, Benson, and Skips, but most importantly, he failed at protecting Eileen. He had promised The Warden that he'll keep the trident safe, but he didn't. Now with the Trident of Wingardium, Fists had the power to control the entire Realm. The hope to destroy Fists irretrievable, he and his army would be celebrating inside the Tower of Leviosa tonight, after Rigby and the other's were killed. Fists had the trident, a stronger army, and either imprison or murdered their army. So what was the point of fighting? He failed them all, he let Eileen die and now so will they.