A succession of explosions rings through Death Mountain. The rock face crumbles, rocks tumble down, sealing off the entrance to Goron City.

Count Caedis watches from afar, his emerald cloak billowing in the storm. In his rage, he had detonated a series of bombs around the entrance to Goron City, with the intention of trapping them inside. He had already set fire to the interior, and now he wanted them to choke on the fumes.

Idiotic beings. For what purpose had the Golden Goddesses created such rock-headed imbeciles? They had been left in possession of a priceless artefact, and were using it to wrestle? The absurdities could not be fabricated.

As for that bird that had nabbed off with the Medallion? He had already deduced exactly who that might have been: that dagger-wielding rodent from the Hidden Village. With the power of the Forest Medallion, he thought he was invincible. Well, he was wrong. And he would discover that in the most deserved way. The Count was already fantasising of the torturous methods he could use to make that boy suffer…just like his teacher.

His scaly companion wraps itself around its master's arms affectionately. Caedis strokes its head and shields it from the rain.

"Have no fear, Temero…" he whispers. "We simply slipped up this time. We'll catch him. Then you can have your feast…"

The sunlight streams through Ningan's curtains at around midday. For a moment, it feels like an ordinary day; lazily laying in bed waiting for Marson to upheave him and drag him out to training at the Dojo. But Marson never arrives. Because there is no training. Because Sherifu is dead.

Alas, there's no time for grief: Hyrule's most deadly sorcerer is still at large with two powerful talismans in his possession. Ningan crawls out of bed and into his dry clothes. His body feels rejuvenated since almost two days without sleep. He opens the drawer of his desk and admires the two Sage Medallions sitting at the bottom. They radiate with the glory of success and the ever-burning hope that he could save Hyrule from its untimely end.