The Sovereign Slayer's aggression continued,
His next target Prospit itself.
The kingdom of light did not stand any chance,
Red Miles were piercing white shells.
The former White Queen had boarded her ferry,
Watching from far, far away,
How the kingdom she loved was falling to chaos,
Under the murderer's sway.
He cut through the chain that was holding the moon,
And out of its orbit it fell.
Onto the battlefield, debris was raining,
Turned into fiery hell.
With the moon fell the siblings that'd called it their home,
But only the Witch was awake.
The Heir of Breath, her brother, still dreaming,
Their downfall to Skaia non-braked.
Down on the battlefield winning the duel,
The courier beheaded the Brute.
Through his device she summoned the Slayer.
And to the concourse he flew.
The crowns were presented, the bargain was honoured,
The parcel of green was transferred.
In time she delivered the pack to its owner,
Fulfilling that duty of hers.