As they flew through the sky, with Hellas and Aleksei as their hostages, Marshall and the rest of the group arrived at the dark north borders: Rodan's lair.
As they landed, they followed Hellas, who led them through the caverns, narrowly avoiding the sharp icicles that protruded from the walls and ceiling.
"So, lead us to Rodan" Petey ordered, trying to sound intimidating, though he quickly cowered behind Seymour when Hellas simply said "boo"
"Okay, it's this way" Aleksei said, leading them down a slope to reveal a large armada of ships being prepared for battle.
"Wow, how many are there" Marshall asked, having never seen so many ships in one place in her life.
"So many ye won't even be able te count 'em" Hellas answered stubbornly.
"Well, what's the plan?" Seymour asked.
"We'll get down there undercover, once we have Rodan in our sights, we'll take him down!" Fantine said, to which Barry agreed.
"So, I see ye won't be needin' us any time soon, then" Hellas said as he and Aleksei tried to back away slowly.
"Oh no, you two. You have an important role to play too" Garner said as Creed grabbed the prisoners from behind.
Once their plan was put into action, Hellas and Aleksei walked past the guards unnoticed, as the rest of the group climbed up the tower from the outside. Hellas opened the door to Rodan's office, where the latter, expecting their arrival, said "ah, welcome Hellas. Did we bring something that's useful to me?"
"Well, I-I-I a-ac-actually, um-found uh...n-n-n-notin" Hellas stuttered nervously, when suddenly the roof above them caved in and the group fell to the floor, immediately being restrained by Rodan's soldiers.
"Well, what is this!" Rodan demanded the answer to, grabbing Marshall by the throat and laughing. "Who are you, and where do you come from"
"We're um...tourists...in need of direction. So, to get out of here it's um...first on the left" Marshall answered, before Barry accidentally dropped a trinket. Rodan picked it up and, examining it, found that it was once possessed by Noah the Elder. He asked "so...tourists, you say"
"Yep, tourists. From, uh, Icela-
"Liars!" he snapped, slapping Marshall hard across the face. "You really believed you could decieve me. Anna Marshall. You have come from Emperor Land, haven't you?"
When they were tied up, Rodan said "congratulations Hellas. Today you live, thanks to your little gifts over here" pointing to the captors-turned-prisoners.
"Of course, you most likely remember the last time you failed me" he continued, as he lifted Hellas off the ground in order to reveal the pitchfork-shaped scar on his chest, for all the group to see. "And you really don't want to do that again, do you?"
"N-n-n-no" Hellas said, struggling to breathe with Rodan's metal arm wrapped around his neck.
"No indeed. Now take your first mate and never return"
"What? But no, why?"
"Your services are no longer of use to me and are therefore no longer required. Now go"
"No, this int' reet. Wharrabout me family? You said you'd keep 'em safe if I did as ye said, now where are they"
"Oh, poor naive Hellas. We made that deal too long a time ago" Rodan said, fishing out the skull of a female Adelie, which brought terror and shock to Hellas' face.
"No, please tell me ye didn't do this" Hellas begged.
"Look right ahead Hellas. I already did. Here, you can keep the merchandise" Rodan responded smugly as he tossed the skull to Hellas, who darted for the exit with Aleksei, the guards letting them pass without a care.
"Now then" he continued, looking at his prisoners. "It has come to my attention thanks to my reliable sources that you are all allied with Winter Barnes."
"Who? I don't know who that is" Marshall lied, until Petey ruined the plan with "yes you do. Come on Marshall, he's that one eyed King penguin that's friends with Mumble."
"Indeed he is" Chrysta said, walking out of the shadows.
"(gasp) Chrysta Wolfsworth!"
"Oh, what's wrong, you guys. You look like you've seen a ghost!" Chrysta mocked.
"How did you survive? You killed yourself!"
"I'm sure you've heard of the Wolfsworth Industries fall-breaker. Invented by my beloved father. I was lucky to have one of these to hand on that frightful night not five weeks ago."
"Aw, why does the bad guy always get the good stuff?" Barry whined.
"And so, I have decided, to let you people live to see your home be destroyed" Rodan explained. "Although first, we must make a quick stop at No-Land."
As Hellas and Aleksei walked out, Hellas saw the skuas that had taken them there, chained up for torture. He saw the guard asleep, the key to the cages in his flipper. Hellas suddenly had what he liked to call "a magnificent idea".