Timothy, along with the rest of the trained villagers and comrades, proceeded outside to fight all sorts of creatures ranging from the close combat-type like aswangs to defensive monsters like kapre and tikbalang, and even the engkantos and doppelgangers that may seem too intimidating for most of the humans and even send anyone else running, but not them. The villagers firmly hold their ground. This is nothing compared to the fact that they were living in that hellhole for years.  They all have encountered all sorts of creatures that the forest had to offer; nothing can faze them that much anymore. If the forest taught them anything, it’s that fear will end up killing you in this type of place. They have no room for fear. This forest was that kind of place. They faced their opponents head-on, “Oh well, what the hell, just another day in this forest. Ain’t that right, folks?” Someone shouted out loudly clearly making a joke to ease the minds of th

That may be all these- all that they have done here is for nothing after all. Meanwhile, as John and the rest of the villagers struggle to stand on their feet after that long digging at the lowest basement of the castle in hopes to destroy the orbs that allow the king to control everything and everyone in the forest and facing the king's elite army, Arwin and Timothy struggle at the battlefield with absolutely nothing to their advantage. Rosa and Gloin are barely keeping the airships up, with the manananggals attacking them mid-air with those hideous bat-like wings and half bodies. Their abnormally long tongue reaches for the airship's mechanisms breaking and tearing it apart, with Rosa holding everybody up in the air as they try to fix it and defend against the manananggals as well. Gloin runs to Rosa, all sweaty and exhausted, "Rosa, how much longer can you keep this up?" “Definitely not long!” Rosa replies, struggling down to her

As the skies grew darker, the war continued with everyone else fighting for their freedom while Sinas and his men patiently awaited the signal at the dark side of the forest.  Sinas sits comfortably played with a chess piece in his hand while watching the events at the castle as they unfolded via his crystal ball he stole back from the castle. Dylan paced back and forth impatiently. Sinas took notice of this and remarked, “Dylan, can you sit down, you’re making everyone else panic.” “Sinas, when are we going to attack? At this rate, Arwin- our only chance of getting out of this forest will die and they will lose!” Dylan protested against Sinas plans, “Are we really going to just sit and watch here?” Sinas took a deep breath and sighed, “And what difference would it make if we recklessly go out there and reveal our plans?” "We can at least provide them help. We’re not just talking about their freedom- if we beat the king, everyone else ear

Rosa stopped Mosse from intervening as she grabbed Mosse's hands and protested, “Mosse, you have to trust that she has a plan! Arwin always does!” “I can’t just let her face the king alone! She almost died before and I saw just how powerful King Damon is!” Mosse tried to reason with Rosa. Timothy then instructed the rest of the villagers to ride the airship along with the gold they gathered from the castle, he added, “Get ready to flee. We either run or are free. Either way, go ahead and meet us by the border. Mosse, listen to me.” Mosse could not stay still so Timothy grabbed Mosse by his shoulders, squeezing it tightly as ever, Timothy said, "Mosse, you can’t let your emotions cloud your judgment. We all know that Arwin’s the only one who can match the king! It’s her fight and hers alone.” Rosa added, “Arwin will win. She’s using her own powers onto herself projecting her fears to the king, as the king stays unconscious and amplifying that f

Arwin saw herself just a couple steps away from the forest but surprisingly, she saw tall looming infrastructures before her with those clanking metals but somehow it isn’t the same as the one they had at the village. It isn’t powered by steam or anything like it. Arwin was fascinated by the beautiful blue and violet hues forming in the air with its crackling sounds. She almost touched it when suddenly a young woman who seemed to be around her age stopped her gripping her hands mid-air. The young woman spoke to her in a language Arwin didn't understand but to Arwin, the young woman seemed to be scolding her.  Arwin said, “Who are you? Where am I?... What language are you even speaking?” The young woman’s face was shrouded by surprise.  She was dumb founded at first but then, her face light up and she started to hold Arwin’s hands in a friendly way like a kid discovering an ancient toy from their parent’s chest. Well, in a way