Epilogue:
"So... In the end you failed to defeat them, didn't you, Giama?"
"Y-Yes sir. Please have mercy... Marquess Hell"
"How many times have I told you?! My name is Markiel!" Markiel stood up. He wore no shirt, and had the bottom part of a white robe on. "You fools... You sicken me. Serra has betrayed me, and now I am told that you have been defeated by a child?! Go and kill Serra. I don't care what you have to do. Just spare Canas. He should be dead anyways... I wish to bathe in the blood of a druid." "Understood." Giama flew off, knowing her target. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~
"I can't believe it! You had to retreat?!" A woman with all of her features covered in black was yelling at Negliph. "Were you not born of the two most powerful druids in the universe?!"
"I'm sorry, mother. It will not happen again." Negliph scowled. He was thinking that if she was so powerful, why didn't she kill them herself? "Hmph. I'm going to go talk to Mimi." "No," The woman blocked his way. "I want you to make sure no one enters or leaves Ostia. Serra will surely return there for the funeral of the Marquess, heh heh heh. I want you to ambush her when she arrives. Be warned: If you fail this time, I shall cast Mimi into the dungeon where she shall die of thirst if not at the hands of the Reaper." Negliph walked off. "If you do that, 'Mother Dearest,' then I shall see to it that I will be the last of Nergal's descendants..."
"So... In the end you failed to defeat them, didn't you, Giama?"
"Y-Yes sir. Please have mercy... Marquess Hell"
"How many times have I told you?! My name is Markiel!" Markiel stood up. He wore no shirt, and had the bottom part of a white robe on. "You fools... You sicken me. Serra has betrayed me, and now I am told that you have been defeated by a child?! Go and kill Serra. I don't care what you have to do. Just spare Canas. He should be dead anyways... I wish to bathe in the blood of a druid." "Understood." Giama flew off, knowing her target. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~
"I can't believe it! You had to retreat?!" A woman with all of her features covered in black was yelling at Negliph. "Were you not born of the two most powerful druids in the universe?!"
"I'm sorry, mother. It will not happen again." Negliph scowled. He was thinking that if she was so powerful, why didn't she kill them herself? "Hmph. I'm going to go talk to Mimi." "No," The woman blocked his way. "I want you to make sure no one enters or leaves Ostia. Serra will surely return there for the funeral of the Marquess, heh heh heh. I want you to ambush her when she arrives. Be warned: If you fail this time, I shall cast Mimi into the dungeon where she shall die of thirst if not at the hands of the Reaper." Negliph walked off. "If you do that, 'Mother Dearest,' then I shall see to it that I will be the last of Nergal's descendants..."
