Finally their lord, the queen is in our capture. We won the battle. We won our freedom. The queen looks like a five-year-old witch. We are unable to understand her language. Gyan is doing research on her. Weird, these tiny demons are obeying me. Chordewas don't speak and we made witches speechless. We had some casualties, but they had sacrificed their lives for a new beginning. After an homage to our brave soldiers, we explore the castle. It is midnight, and it's time to celebrate. So at the shore, the entire army is celebrating the victory. Ritesh is peeking through the water. "What?" A wave rises. I look at Arun, and he permitted me to go with a smile. "So now?" Ritesh asks. "Don't know." "Wanna come with me?" Is he really serious? "And what? Live like this? Can you leave wi

