When Marguerite left the cave her eyes narrowed as she saw Tribune, standing tall and confident in front of her, with his usual satisfied grin across his face.

"Tribune?! What are you doing here?"

Tribune smirked, his reptilian eyes scanning her from head to toe. "Well, aren't we looking majestic today?" he remarked with a hint of mischief.

She shot him a condemning look. "I should have known you'd side with Mordren. You ungrateful, devious, little…"

He raised a hand in mock surrender. "You shower me with such lovely epithets." he scoffed, his gaze still lingering on her attire. "I might be all that, but the rest of the lizardkind? Utterly stupid. They always fall for false promises."

Marguerite's confusion became evident. "What are you talking about? Whose side are you on?"

He tilted his head, a sly grin forming on his lips. "Isn't it obvious? My own, of course."

Marguerite looked at him suspiciously.

"You see, Marguerite," he added, "Mordren's promises might sound alluring to my kin, but I'm not as easily swayed. If he wins, he gains absolute control. And where does that leave individuals like me, who thrive on chaos and uncertainty?"

Marguerite raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "You're saying you don't want power?"

He chuckled. "Power is a fickle thing. With Mordren at the helm, there would be order, structure—things I despise. I revel in the unpredictability of life, the dance of chance and choice."

Marguerite pondered his words, trying to find the deceit she was certain lay beneath. "So, you want to join our side?"

Tribune smirked, "Let's just say, for now, our interests align. But remember, I'm always playing the long game."

Tribune studied Marguerite's desperate eyes and sighed. "The red-headed witch is cunning. You mustn't give Mordren what he wants."

Marguerite's voice trembled, "But Roxton will drown if I don't."

Tribune tilted his head thoughtfully. "Drowning is an unpleasant way to die, I agree."

Marguerite's patience was running thin. "Will you help me? Can you bite off the chains?"

Tribune clicked his tongue, "The maze inside is designed to confound creatures like me. But I can fetch Challenger for you. He might have something up his sleeve to help."

Marguerite nodded, determination evident in her gaze. "Alright, get Challenger. When you see him just tell him this - Diving Law - he will understand what it means. It will help him solve the maze. I need to join Veronica. We have a world to save."


Atop the mighty walls of Avalon, Challenger stood firm, his silhouette outlined against the fiery horizon.

The roaring flames from the Greek fire painted the twilight with bright orange and red hues, casting flickering shadows that danced on the ancient stones beneath his feet.

The air was thick with the bitter scent of the fire, and the sounds of the battle below seemed almost distant. Every now and then, Challenger would adjust his goggles, keenly observing the deployment and effects of the Greek fire, ensuring its optimal use.

A commotion at the base of Avalon's walls drew Challenger's attention. Unarmed and seemingly surrendering, Tribune was being escorted by a group of Avatar warriors.

As the group approached, one of the warriors spoke up, "This one claims to have information vital to our cause. He asked to speak with you directly."

"Ah, Challenger," Tribune called out with his usual smug tone, "Enjoying the view? Or just admiring your own fiery handiwork?"

Challenger's eyes narrowed as replied, "This is hardly the time for your games, Tribune. What do you want?"

Tribune smirked with a wide familiar grin, "Just thought you'd want to know, not all lizards are on Mordren's side. Some of us still have a brain."

Challenger was skeptical. "Your sudden change of heart wouldn't have anything to do with personal gain, would it?"

Tribune, chucked: "Oh, Challenger, always so suspicious. But no, this is about survival, for all of us."

Challenger, softening slightly, asked: "Then what do you propose?"

Tribune spoke in a lower tone, "An alliance, for now. Mordren's victory isn't in my best interest either. Plus, I have some information that might interest you."

Challenger was intrigued. "Go on."

"It's about our dear John Roxton." Tribune explained. He leaned in to emphasize. "He's in Morrighan's cave, and from what I've heard, he's running out of time."

Challenger's gaze hardened, trying to decipher any deceit in Tribune's eyes. "How do I know this isn't some elaborate trap?"

Tribune smirked, "Oh, Challenger, as much as I'd love to indulge your paranoia, ask yourself: Can you really afford to risk Roxton's life just to appease your suspicions?"

At that moment, Malone rushed up, panting and worried, beginning to say, "Challenger, I think Veronica has gone..." When he noticed Tribune, he stopped in disbelief.

Challenger instructed, "Malone, we need to leave immediately."

"Bring lanterns and large pincers, you'll need them," Tribune advised.

Before they left Avalon, Challenger gave Summerlee and Abigail instructions on how to continue producing Greek fire.


Veronica fought her way through allies and enemies, determined to reach Mordren amidst the chaos of battle. Fallen warriors littered her path, their final cries still echoing in the air. The clash of steel, the roars of combat, and the smell of blood were all-consuming.

Suddenly, a familiar voice pierced through the chaos. "Follow me, Veronica! I've got your back!" shouted Finn as she fended off an advancing foe.

Close by, Phoebe and Hippolita fought fiercely, their weapons flashing brilliantly with each stroke, their combined strength holding back a wave of Mordren's forces. The three women moved as one, synchronized in their efforts to cut a path through the battlefield.

But in the heart-stopping moments that followed, a massive Goth warrior emerged from the enemy lines. With a swift and brutal move, he thrust his spear directly through Phoebe.

She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pain, and fell to the ground, a pool of blood forming around her.

Finn, witnessing the horrific scene, screamed, "Nooo!" and rushed to her ancestor's side. The uncanny resemblance between them made the sight even more haunting.

Hippolita, burning with rage, lunged at the Goth warrior, swiftly ending his life with a decisive blow.

Rushing to Phoebe's side, Finn dropped to her knees, her face stained with tears and dirt from the battlefield.

Grasping Phoebe's hand, she choked out, "I can't believe this... I can't lose you."

With great effort, Phoebe raised her hand to touch Finn's cheek. Her voice was frail, but there was an undeniable strength behind her words, "I am so proud of you, daughter of my daughters. You are a true Amazon."

Those were her final words before closing her eyes forever.

The sorrow in Finn's eyes was real, the air thick with grief. Tears streamed down her face, the weight of loss pressing heavily upon her.

With a voice heavy with emotion, Hippolita turned to Finn, "Go with Veronica. Help her reach Mordren. We can't let this be in vain."

Finn nodded resolutely, rising to her feet with renewed determination, her gaze set on the horizon, where their destiny awaited. The battle raged on, but the warriors' spirits were unshakable, driven by love, loss, and the hope for a brighter future.