Epilogue

The year 2302, a year full of war and violence. Hundreds of people were tortured to death, others were killed with a single blow. Guardia had been torn down within a few moments, Viper Manor had been destroyed, and almost all cities were taken over by a demi-human going by the name of Lynx.

Lynx had one day risen up from the shadows, and began to finish people off. He had a manor built in the depths of the Hydra Marshes, ever since the last Hydra was murdered, the dwarfs had been killed, and the poisonous gasses had spread across the marshes, making it impossible for people to enter it without protective gear.

Only Marbule had managed to ward of Lynx and his men, but at a large cost. Mt. Pyre was protected by the large fire-breathing monster in the ground, and made sure that no one would ever reach Fort Dragonia. The Fairies on Water Dragon Isle had scurried off to hide inside the caves of Water Dragon Isle, which became locked with a shield, protecting everyone from all those without a good heart. Earth Dragon Isle had been ridden of its sand, and Terra had fled to Sky Dragon Isle, crying in fear.

However, there was a large group of people from the Zenan Mainland, the El Nido Archipelago and Marbule, who fought to seek Lynx's doom, known as 'The Radical Dreamers'. Their group had started in Zenan, the first land to suffer from Lynx's wrath. They began to kill Lynx's men, and robbed them of their riches to give them to those who desperately needed it.

And now, they had their sights set on Lynx's Manor.

Lynx's Manor was huge, nearly as large as Fort Dragonia, yet it had a darker shade to it. The night was cold, and high in the sky, hung two moons, both full and shining down the manor. One of the moons was large and white, while the other was smaller and a dark red shade. The 4 Dragon Gods Of Time were watching the manor from a safe distance, praying to whatever entity was watching over them.

Demi-humans, and even some brainwashed humans and Mystics guarded the manor, though they were easily taken care off by the four intruders. They ran soundlessly across the walls of Lynx's Manor, and finally made their way inside.

A loud slamming sound rang through the empty hallway as the double-doors were kicked open and three people ran through. They only stopped when the last member of their party wasn't following. They turned around, and looked at the woman standing there.

"What's the matter?" a redheaded female Dragoon asked, concern audible in her voice.

"Look! This is it now! There's no turning back now!" the redheaded male Dragoon said, trying to get her to move.

"Oi! C'mon!! Le's ge' movin' already!!" the last male in the party said with a pure Zenean accent.

He whirled around to face the empty hallway and hollered in pure anger: "Jus' ya wait, Lynx!! Taday's gonna be the day o' reckonin'!!! Say yer prayers!!! Not tha it'll do ya any good!!!"

With that, he stormed down the hallway, followed quickly by the other three people joining him.

They fought guards and monsters that Lynx had retrieved from all around the world, until finally, they came to the door they had been searching for.

The second male sniffed the air, and smirked.

"The bloody bastard's jus' behind the door," he said, pure fury written in his eyes.

'I've got ya now Lynx! Ye're gonna pay fer wha ya did ta me!!!'

His hand was clenched and shaking in anger, as he clenched his teeth. A relatively smaller hand grasped his own, and he looked at the youngest woman in the team.

She nodded reassuringly, and he nodded back. He turned to the door, and grasped the knob.

Blood was sprayed all across the room, and his body dropped to the floor, throat slit, chest cut open to expose an empty space that once housed his heart and lungs. His eyes were wide in pure terror, mouth opened from when he had screamed in utmost pain. His arms and legs had been broken before, and as he fell to the ground, his vulnerable neck snapped.

Dark black blood gargled from his throat once more, and his body convulsed a little longer, before no more movement was detected.

A scream of denial, pain, horror, and pure fury rang through the room as the person looked up with a cold, merciless gaze. A smirk so violent, and a scream, before something in the room flashed and was flung forward.