'So, this is what they wanted.'
The great Grimm had felt the destruction that had raged in the kingdom of vale. The fear, destruction, death, anger and sorrow that had ensued allowed the great one to feel the devastation that was occurring within the kingdom walls.
Yet it could not understand why. Even if the horror was made to attract the Grimm, then what? There was no reason to use the Grimm as weapons on this scale. Did the dustlings not real use that, now that the Grimm had gained momentum, they would press their attack on everyone else?
Then it felt IT. A surge of energy leaving one soul and entering another. And though the great Grimm could not observe it, he knew what had happened.
The maiden whose powers had been stolen had died. With it, her power went to the last woman she thought of. And the great Grimm knew that that must have been the one who had killed her.
Whatever happened now, the Great Grimm had a feeling that, for the dustlings that opposed the new maiden, the last light of hope was fading very fast.