- You know Foster, I've been dreaming for so long now... Keefe murmured.

- Really?

- Yes...

Sophie looked into the icy blue eyes of the one she loved.

Suddenly Keefe pushed Sophie and she fell to the ground.

- Keefe? Everyone stopped and looked at him strangely, he threw himself on Sophie and tried to strangle her. Sophie held on to her boyfriend's hands.

- Keefe, what's the matter with you? cried the young woman.

- Foster, I don't know, I can't control myself. Linh and Wylie came up beside them.

- The Red Phantom! cried Sophie. Linh and her rider pinned Keefe to the ground to prevent him from getting up. Sophie straightened up and scanned the crowd. A shudder made her flinch.

- you guessed right, little .... A man's voice whispered. He appeared in a red haze beside the inflictor. Get up! he ordered Keefe. The young man sent Linh and Wylie tumbling, Sophie helped her friend to her feet:

- Let's see if you can fight. Hold on to him! He snapped his fingers and Fitz found himself in front of his best friend.

- Attack him! And kill him! Wylie and Sophie held back Keefe who was about to jump on Fitz.

- Tie me up! Tie me up before I really kill him! Everyone stepped aside.

- Edaline, can you summon a rope?

- Of course, Wylie. The conjurer snapped her fingers and a rope appeared. Fitz retrieved it and tied up his best friend.

- Sorry Keefe!

- Never mind.

- You're really not funny! This party is really missing... How do you say... Pizzazz! He walked and disappeared into a cloud before reappearing further on, near the council.

- tsss! It hasn't changed... Except that there are more of you today. Oh Councillor Oralie, how nice to see your angelic face again... He walked towards her. The empath was simply frozen in place. Bronte and Terik stood in front of her. King Dimitar drew a dagger like goblins and other intelligent species.

The oppressor reached into his cloak and pulled out a small golden ball that glittered. Oralie writhed in pain with one hand on her heart.

 - How funny! He laughed.

- Stop it! Emery ordered.

- No, it's way too much fun to play puppets! He disappeared again. And that's when Oralie lost control of her body. She grabbed King Dimitar's shamkniv with her left hand. Fear was in her eyes, everyone stepped back. Oralie froze, her eyes staring at the ogre weapon. She was trembling. Sophie ran to the counsellor.

- Mummy?

- Back off, Sophie! I don't want to hurt you by accident. I can't control myself...

- I'll help you!

Sophie tried to approach Oralie, she barely dodged a blow from the shamkniv.

- I'm sorry Sophie! she exclaimed. She was about to attack again, but the empath held back the shamkniv with her right hand, which she had regained control of. The blade tore her skin as she held it tightly. Her blood ran down her silver dress. Tears streamed down her cheeks. The blade slipped, her bruised hand could not hold the weapon any longer. An evil laugh echoed through the room. Oralie then attacked Emery who was on her left. The spokesman retrieved a sword and dodged, he tried to disarm her, but was disarmed himself. He fell to the floor, Oralie pointed the shamkniv at his throat. She stopped, everyone gasped, silence set in, the seconds became very long. The empath's left hand trembled, and slowly she turned towards the shamkniv.

No one expected what was going to happen...