The harsh winter had begun to impose its unbearable weight, and here we were in January, with merciless winds and bone-chilling cold. After days of turmoil, all the rebellious spirits were imprisoned in fortified dungeons, and the chaos that had briefly threatened the world came to an end. Peace returned to the cities, but it was fragile, masking a tension that continued to simmer beneath the surface.
Parker returned to Spain after these events, where he met up with his old friends, trying to reclaim some semblance of normalcy. They chatted and laughed, but his eyes held a palpable unease, as if he sensed that what had happened was only the beginning.
The castle, in the darkness
?: The war was too short; your plans failed.
Martin: This isn't my only plan, and who put you in charge of it?
Echoes reverberated through the stone castle's corridors, and shadows danced on the walls in the flickering light of torches.
?: This is the truth, not just a casual assessment. Your plans have failed. All the rebellious ghosts were imprisoned in less than 24 hours.
Martin: Ultraman and his ghostly allies, along with that damned child, were far more powerful. My plan didn't fail.
?: What are your other plans, then?
Martin: I trust no one like you.
Silence fell for a moment, as if the castle itself were holding its breath.
Night outside
The sky was overcast, the moon hidden behind a thick veil of darkness.
Queen: Guards, go to the valley at once!
Guards: Yes, Your Majesty!
The guards hurried toward the valley, while Matern stayed behind, arranging strange, unfamiliar objects that glowed faintly.
?: What are you doing?
Matern: None of your business. There was a disturbing secret in his voice, suggesting that greater events were about to unfold.
End of part...