Far from these incidents, seeking her King,
The Parcel Mistress arrived.
And quickly convinced of the mailwoman's mission,
The monarch of Prospit complied.
Departing to join his partner in exile,
No more an army he'd lead.
With both royals' crowns the Mistress was ready,
Her part of the bargain complete.
That's when the Brute jumped out of his cover,
The ambush that he had prepared.
She lost her grasp of the sceptre of Prospit.
She'd walked right into the snare.
Later the sceptre was found by the Droll,
To the Sovereign Slayer 'twas brought.
And with its power further destruction
Unto Skaia he wrought.
The Veil of meteors in orbit to Skaia,
The call of the sceptre to heed,
Started collapsing into the battlefield,
Defence portals slowing their speed.