He made his best efforts to slow his fall. With all of his might, he managed to levitate for one second, just enough time for Molly to speed towards him. He made a small jump, just enough to grab her in a bear hug, and disappeared in a puff of purple smoke immediately.

He made a crash landing, still holding Molly tightly as he landed, skidding across his back and shoulders until he finally hit the end of the king's throne. He laid her body down hurriedly. He could feel tears stinging down his face as he held Molly's limp body in his arms. "Please… PLEASE!"

From there, time slowed. He moved as quick as he could, feeling desperate, looking in her body for something, anything he could fix, but before he could have the chance to even finish, he felt something hoist him above by his shirt collar, and time seemed to resume as normal. "MOLLY!" he screamed. "MOLLY!" He moved his head upward hand found he was hanging by Witch Princess' hand, flying on her broomstick as quickly as possible to rejoin the battle. "LET ME GO," he cried, "LET ME GO RIGHT NOW!"

"Get a hold of yourself! We've got something important going on here!" Witch Princess yelled over the wind resistance. "We need you!"

"Molly needs me!"

"There's no way in hell that she could have survived that! Now, focus! We need you here with us! Do it for Molly!"

She dropped him back onto the platform where he was knocked off of before, and forced himself to focus. She seemed like a speck from where he stood. The message rang perfectly clear in his head: "Do it for Molly." He felt determination run through his veins. He prepared his magic, glowing a dark purple in his hands.

It was time to fight.

The king leaped above every last attack he made, skillfully dodging each attack. Every time it landed, he would land a shot of fire on the landed piece of cloud, and when it felt it, the cloud would dissolve. He did well for quite some time. Leap and fire, leap and fire. Sometimes, when the opportunity arrived, he would shoot the fire directly at the heart of the Plague, which would reward him with an occasional scream.

The Goddess was not much for attacking. For the most part, she dodged and did her best to shield the platform when possible, and only attacked in defense for the others. At one point, she joined in making an attack at the heart of the Plague through a blue beam of her beautiful magic, which indeed weakened it quite a bit.

As for Wizard and Witch Princess, they were mostly working as a team in order to match the power of one goddess. They would defend one another, and attack together. Purple and pink collided towards the heart when possible, but they flanked oppositely of the king and Goddess. For the most part, they held their own.

An hour in, seemingly feeling victory within their grasp, the Goddess didn't see something coming, while the king did. He immediately went to attack it, only to find themselves without their king fighting. When he stopped the attack from coming to her, another arm skewered him and sent him flying to the mountain wall. He laid there, his fire dim, and his body as limp as Molly's.

"Where's that stupid Glee?!" Witch Princess yelled.

The Harvest Goddess looked around, quite anxiously, until finally yelling, "There! I see it in the distance!" A golden cloud came flying, slowly, but surely making its way. "We must keep fighting it off! Let's keep going!" The Harvest Goddess ordered. They looked back, and continued fighting with all their might. It didn't take long, however, for another to fall.

A mace came flying towards Witch Princess with her back turned. In defending her, the Harvest Goddess was tricked and sent flying close to where the Harvest King now lies. Only two remained, and by the time she landed, the golden cloud finally arrived, trying its best to bond with the darkness. The attacks were interrupted. The heart seemed to change color.

"We might have a chance!" Witch Princess yelled, "Help it!"

"I have an idea! It'll be tricky, but it might help a lot more."

He drew a long breath and aimed his arms towards her back. She extended glorious angel wings from her back, larger than the platform itself. She could not use them, however, until Wizard took hold of her head and placed his thumb upon her forehead. In an instant, her eyes turned into a constantly moving stream of color and the wings brought with them her magical being from her body. It looked exactly like her, only transparent and with a mixture of pink and purple all over her soul. She flew towards the being with strength and agility and pierced through it. It cried screams of agony once again.

She continued doing this at least three more times. He was distracted by the excitement, too distracted to notice the fact that even while being attacked, and being taken by the Glee, it made a spear come for his back. As soon as Witch Princess noticed, she made an immediate return to her corporeal form and pushed him out of the way, causing her to fly to the other side of the mountain just like the other two.

Unlike them, she managed to stay awake, even if only for a couple of moments. He ran over there, kneeled by her and asked, "Why? We could have taken it."

"Because… we both… would have died… if it made it…" She coughed and said weakly, "I believe in you, Gale." She made a weak grin and was gone in an instant. He stood up, and looked at his problem. The Glee was doing its best, but it did not seek domination. Only to make it happy, which it is incapable.

"It's up to me, then."

He brought his hands together as if in prayer. His eyes glowed in that same fashion of Witch Princess' being. He made a mad leap for the edge and flew away. He prepared his magic once again, ready to deliver a final blow, whether it meant the end of the Plague, or the end of his life.