Our two adversaries were staring down at each other, ready for their inevitable 2nd confrontation. Spyro could feel the weight of the world on his shoulders as he felt the fire fuel his courage. Gual protruded 2 large swords, giving Spyro enough reason to remember their last fight. As Gual jumped up to strike at his foe, Spyro calmed his mind and the world had froze.
With what precious seconds he gave himself, Spyro searched for a weak spot on Gual. As he attempted to grab one of the swords out of Gaul's hands, Spyro managed to run out of time. As he was on the edge of one of the swords, he could feel the wind being knocked out of him as he was violently thrown down to the ground. A smile was strewn across Gaul's face as the gate was breached.
The crown was knocked off Spyro's head only to be picked up and put on the beastly head of Gaul. With a monstrous roar, Gaul let it known he was the king now. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I AM THE KING NOW!"
Spyro heard these words as he was being whisked away by a familiar black mist. Screams could be heard all across the city. He saw his people running and being slaughtered. The misty couple was flying away with other survivors to the Avalar valley. The last thoughts in Spyro's mind as he faded into unconsciousness "I . . . failed."