Figment's imagination must play the role of hero if he wants to save Iyrilia from being destroyed. The fate of the city and the rest of this realm are in his hands and his wings as well as Álvaro's. The purple dragon and Álvaro race higher towards the dark clouded skies as they start using wings to corral the clouds into one spot. The procedure is very dangerous. Lightning and thunder sounded in the air. The atmosphere turned dark as night with its black lightning as its only source of light. All the wasted blood within the clouds are multiplying, mixing and storing inside those clouds making it harder for Figment and Álvaro to tackle on their maneuver. Still, they each pursue to collect the clouds as quickly as possible before they spill the blood all over Iyrilia.

          It is no easy task. Corralling those clouds is like corralling cattle into a gated barn with no horse, sheep dog, or reigns. All they are doing it both manually and aerially. They each swirl and twirl around the clouds like a tornado faster and faster and faster. Figment can only fly as fast as he can. Álvaro's speed, however, is enough to reach towards the speed of light. He can easily bring all the clouds together, but to do so would not only push Figment off of his balance but also pick up and blow away everyone else down below. It is best for Álvaro to keep his speed to a minimum; enough to bring the bloodied and lightning clouds into place while not having everyone else get hurt.

          The clouds are all coming together as planned. Though the risk of combining the selfishly squandered blood into a giant cascade heightens, at least it will all be collected in one place. But the clouds aren't the only things being mixed in. Some of the stones and boulders that floated around the Twisted Peek Mountain caught onto Figment and Álvaro's wind cycle and join with the clouds eroding into nothingness by the decaying blood. If this keeps up, everyone on the ground including Dreamfinder, Alex and Rachel will be carried away to their doom.

"F-Figment!" Álvaro yells as he pressures himself through the harsh winds. "The-The bottle!"

"I got you covered, Álvaro!" Figment saluted. He leaves his position of cloud collecting heading straight down to the bottom of the corralling. Rubbing his hands, he says, "Lets put this baby all bottled up!"

          Concentrating very hard, Figment begins to imagine a very large glass bottle appearing right before. Normally, Figment can think up of things to appear in a snap, but the atmosphere he's in it's become very hard to do so. The best way to imagine things to life is to clear his mind first. So that's what he did. With an empty canvas in his thoughts, he is now able to picture the giant bottle and bring it to life.

          Suddenly, in the midst of the wind, a large glowing spark appears out of thin air. In that spark a giant glass bottle appears and safely lands onto the ground. It's about three quarters the size of the mountain. Hopefully there is enough room to collect all the blood in. If it doesn't, it's all over.

"Alright! It's all set!" Figment called out as he returns to Álvaro.

"Good!" said Álvaro. "Keep an eye on the vortex for me for a bit. I must check on the others on the mountain."

"Sure thing!"

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          Everyone in Iyra City takes notice of the skies getting darker and darker by the second. Knowing very well of the dark prophecy Álvaro had announced thousands of years ago, they well knew that it's about to come true. Frightened to their wits, the people of the city drop their weapons and scatters away from the robot police. Employees and engineers of the Iyrilian Tower begin evacuating the building fearing that the prophecy is happening and that the storm might cause the windows to break and shatter at their faces. Companies of all kinds have abandoned their shops and warehouses to avoid the storm including Mr. Hamm from his burger shop. Houses and apartments and orphanages have also evacuated the premises to hide away. Many of them have reached the underground shelters safely while everyone else have been confronted by the robots along the way. Those who were left behind, be they man, woman and child, have either been slaughtered by the robot police or took the time to grab another weapon and bash a few more before finally reaching the shelters. Screams of terror filled the air as the dark prophecy continues to approach them. It's the end of Iyra City...the end of the world!

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          Back on the mountain, Dreamfinder, Alex and Rachel each guard the tied-up Crizwalke making sure he doesn't escape. They stare him down like mad bulls waiting to bash him to his death at the sight of Crizwalke's cheeks blushing red and covered with his own blood. Unfortunately, Crizwalke seems to be enjoying this. His twisted mind is concentrated on whatever successes he believes he has gained. The trio begins to wonder how anyone could have a mind like Crizwalke has. Then again, it's best not to think about that, especially at a time like this.

          The wind in the storm suddenly blows a giant gust against them. Dusts clouds and pebbles begin flying into the air at their faces nearly blinding them in the process. Dreamfinder's hat blows away again as he holds onto Rachel tightly with protection. Alex covers his eyes in his arms with his tail curled onto one of his legs.

"The storm is getting worse!" Dreamfinder yells.

"What could they be doing up there?" Rachel screams.

"Whatever it is, they'd better do it quicker or we're done for!"

"Hey! Where's Crizwalke?" Alex yells.

          While the storm rages on, the dust clouds have made it nearly impossible for the three friends to see anything making it the perfect time for Crizwalke to roll away from Dreamfinder, Rachel and Alex, get on his feet and make his escape. They all search around until Rachel spots a forth figure running away in the distance.

"There he is! Over there!" Rachel shouts.

"He's heading toward the top of the mountain!" Dreamfinder shouts.

"That must be where he's hidden the his full proof shield thing." Alex shouts back. "Let's get him!"

"Everyone stay together!"

          They chase Crizwalke into the dust storm together. Even with Dreamfinder holding onto Rachel's hand and Rachel with Alex's, none of them can figure out the path Crizwalke had left behind. The flying dirt covered everything around them including the ground they're running on. There is no way anyone can know if they are running on land or falling off the mountain. The only way of knowing is by going for it.

          Suddenly, Dreamfinder's foot slips off the side of the mountain. He falls but is caught by Rachel and Alex by the arms. His shirt is torn by whatever hanging branches are perched beneath him. His chest has been cut and like tiger claws and began to bleed as Rachel and Alex pull Dreamfinder back up to solid ground. When Rachel sees Dreamfinder like this, she nearly screamed with horror. The sight of Dreamfinder like this is far unlike what she began to know him as. Physically, Dreamfinder was a happy, optimistic, kind-looking man. Now in the depths of windy, dust-filled, apocalyptic storm he's become a hardcore, bruised and fierce being.

"Dreamfinder!" Rachel cried. "You're-"

"I'm alright, Rachel." Dreamfinder said. "I promise you, I'm okay."

"Dude! Your shirt!" Alex pointed out. "And your chest!"

"I'm fine!"

"Here." Rachel takes off the blue jacket and magenta dress vest and returns them to Dreamfinder, leaving her with just a white shirt.

          Dreamfinder rips out his own shirt and takes whatever is left to bind his scratched wounds. He gladly takes back his clothing and puts them on. That made Rachel feel slightly better knowing Dreamfinder is going to be okay.

"Thank you, Rachel." Dreamfinder smiled.

"Thank you letting me borrow them from the start." Rachel blushed.

"There's too much dirt covering over us." Alex admitted. "We can't find Crizwalke in this weather."

"Or find a way off the mountain safely for that matter." Rachel added.

"I have an idea!" Dreamfinder exclaimed. "Alex, can your drone cut through the storm to where we are?"

"Sure. Why?" Alex asked.

"If the camera on the drone can see within a 50-mile radius, then maybe we can use that to see our way thought the storm and find Crizwalke."

"Dude! That's brilliant!" Rachel exclaimed.

"I'll try it out." Alex confirmed.

          Alex presses a button onto his wristwatch summoning the drone to come to him. For a moment nothing happens. The storm must be too strong for the drone to budge through. But then Alex, with his incredible hearing for a Katkin to have, hears a feint beeping sound coming from behind. He turns around and sees a small lighting glowing brighter and brighter as it came closer. It was the drone braving through the chaos of the storm to its creator.

"I see it!" Alex yells excitedly. "Over there!"

          The drone arrives into Alex's arms tucking it safely within him. Then Alex takes control of the camera and aims it away from him and his friends. Behind the drone is a secret screen where if it were to be used like binoculars, they can see everything through regular, night vision or even x-ray vision. The screen turns and shows a road towards the top of the mountain. The visual is pretty feint considering the storm, but it's good enough to get them through.

"I got it!" Alex said, "And I see Crizwalke is heading to the top of the mountain!"

"Then let's not waste anymore time here!" Dreamfinder suggested. "Lead the way, Alex!"

          Everyone grabs each other's hands and follows Alex to the mountaintop with Alex's drone to guide them. Hopefully, they won't have to slide off any more cliffs.

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          Still tied up in Alex's ropes, Crizwalke dashes towards the top of the Twisted Peek not knowing where his feet would be planted if he were likely to fall off the cliff side of the mountain. Still he managed to get himself up there with an incredible amount of luck on his side. Sadly for him, it won't last long.

          Making it through the dust clouds and into the cleaner air where everything is more visible to see, he sees the full proof shield sitting at the mountaintop. It is shaped like a cylinder, kind of like a capsule. Confidence has built inside him and he ran towards it. Crizwalke has everything all figured out. He made the shield full proof of any natural or artificial disasters, he has a secret code to lock and unlock the door, he placed a soft cushion inside for his comfort along with a few snacks and beverages to tide him over for a while, an air conditioner and heater, and a harmless laser built in to sterilize any bacteria or germs he could be carrying inside so it can become completely sanitary. What more is there to consider? Just one slight problem.

          As Crizwalke arrives at the shield capsule with complete faith that he will be safe from the major disaster he has caused. But by the time he was about to open the door, he notices that someone is already in there: Ron's body!

"What? What are you doing in there?" Crizwalke yelled, forgetting that he's yelling at a dead body. "Get out!"

          He grabs onto the door latch and pulls it, but it won't open. The door has been welded shut. Álvaro. He saw the Katkin last when Álvaro was holding Ron in his arms. It was Álvaro who put Ron inside the safety capsule. Now Crizwalke is getting pretty scared. Everything in his world is ending and there is no safe house for him to take cover in. He is now at the mercy of the storm he has created and Álvaro's wrath. It probably would have been best if had still been getting beat up by Alex, Rachel and Dreamfinder.

"Come on! Open! Open up!" Crizwalke struggled. "That's my capsule you're sitting in!"

          But that was not the only problem he's dealing with. In the distance, he can see the little purple dragon Figment controlling the vortex by himself.

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          All the clouds Figment could collect with Álvaro's help have all come into place. They hover over the giant glass bottle Figment imagined into reality. The only problem is that the cloud is way too big compared the size of the bottle. How is Figment going to get all the wasted blood into the bottle without having the cloud straying away? Solution? A funnel! A funnel might be big enough to collect every ounce and every drop of blood the storm clouds will spill. Figment concentrates his imagination and imagines a giant funnel as tall as the mountain itself from stem to cone. The cone appears beside the mountain and lands its stem into the glass bottle. That should make things a lot easier to collect the blood and save Iyrilia. And just in time, too. By the time the funnel has taken its place into the glass bottle, the clouds start forming bolts of black lightning and begin its bloody rain. The funnel is collecting all the blood and storing it inside. Figment's plan is working perfectly! Ah, the powers of what imagination can do.

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          From where the capsule sits, Crizwalke watches the dragon using his imagination to save the city. Angered, he throws his fists in the air ranting at Figment's almost certain victory.

"No!" Crizwalke shouted. "You're ruining everything I worked for!"

"CRIZWALKE!" a booming voice roared through the air.

          It was Álvaro flying down from the vortex to the mountaintop. The look on his crinkled face expresses his anger towards Crizwalke. Like a comet, the winged Katkin darts down at the governor and grabs him by the neck.

"You..." Álvaro growled.

"Álvaro!" Crizwalke gasped.

"You caused all this mayhem. You have harmed and slaughtered so many lives. You have awakened the darkest prophecy in the history of our civilization. You...must...pay."

"Listen... Álvaro. C-Can't we talk about this? Nngh! Leader to leader?"

"WHAT KIND OF LEADER PUT HIS OWNS PEOPLE IN FRONT OF HIM AND INTO JEOPARDY FOR HIS OWN SAFETY AND AMUSEMENT?!" Álvaro roared.

          At this time, Alex, Dreamfinder and Rachel finally arrive at the top of the mountain and out of the dust storm with the drone where they find Álvaro and Crizwalke posed in an excruciatingly intense moment. Hanging by the neck in his body Crizwalke tries to gasp in air, but Álvaro's grip tightens greatly by the second.

          This is it, the moment where Álvaro finally puts a stop to Crizwalke's antics once and for all. The moment where Crizwalke is finally enforced to pay the price for his crimes. It all ends here right now.

"Wait. Where's Figment?" Dreamfinder asked.

"He's up there!" Rachel said. "Look!"

          Out of all things dark and frightening forming together in the sky other than the giant orange funnel, only one little purple dot remains visible to its friends' eyes. Figment alone is holding up the clouds while all the blood is falling into the funnel to the bottle. Imagine the blood of thousands of people as big as a lake at least falling and draping down on the sides of the bottle like red drops of paint cascading down on a canvas.

"Oh my God..." Rachel quivered.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Dreamfinder moaned, trying his best not to throw up.

"Ditto."

"Walker Crizwalke..." Álvaro begins.

"Oh boy, here it comes." Alex quivers into a shrug.

"You have abused the powers of the position for which you have been placed as well allowing the darkest moment in our history repeat itself. The destruction and countless crimes you have committed have become far beyond unforgivable. And now the time has come for you to pay the price for all the immoral atrocities you have caused."

"No! No, please!" Crizwalke cried.

"Prepare to-"

"WAIT!" Rachel shrieked.

          Álvaro, shocked by the outburst, turns his head toward Rachel. He did not expect anyone to come across his judgments and verdicts before. This is all new to him.

"Milady." Álvaro spoke. "For what reason have you to shriek?"

"Yeah, Rachel. What's the deal?" Alex asked. "You know what he's done."

"Rachel? What's wrong?" Dreamfinder asked.

"I..." Rachel paused. "I know Crizwalke's actions have been terrible for the past ten years and...and perhaps he does deserve what you plan on doing to him for all that. But...surely...there's got to be another way. A more kinder way to deal with him, maybe?"

"Rachel, in more ways than one you are very noble for such a thought." said Álvaro. "But I'm afraid this matter had to be done in this manner. Believe me, I have tried to find ways to better the judgment in the past, but there is none in the concept of mercy. Forgive me."

Rachel then looked toward Dreamfinder and he sadly said, "It's...it's for his own good, Rachel."

          She looked back towards Crizwalke's scared face. Sympathy has filled her heart that very moment. Though she has been very angry for what Crizwalke had done to her, Ron and everyone else who had fallen dead to his dictatorship, she could not find it in herself to see another man fall despite his cruelty. But for once in her life there is nothing she can do to stop this. The madness has to stop with madness.

"Okay." Rachel began to tear up. She turns away from everyone and says, "But I can't watch this."

"I'm sorry, Rachel." Dreamfinder said with a pat on her shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm sorry too." said Crizwalke oddly. "For you being such a sap for me."

"RACHEL!" Dreamfinder shrieks as he pulls Rachel into his arms.

          No one but Álvaro and Alex was able to hear the clicking sound of a gun loading in one of Crizwalke's hands in secret. He quickly aims the gun at Rachel's head and shoots, but Álvaro had quickly redirected the gun towards the sky before the bullet had reached outside. The sound of gunfire blasted into the air ringing everyone's ears. The adrenaline rose sharply in Rachel's nervous system. Shocked by the shot, she quickly turns around and finds Crizwalke hanging by the neck in Álvaro's hand and holding the gun. Dreamfinder, also shocked by the outcome, holds onto Rachel tightly, fearing what would have happened if Rachel had taken the bullet in her head. She breathes hastily with short breaths. She almost got shot to death!

          Seething with rage inside, Álvaro grabs the gun from Crizwalke and crushes it in own hands into a wrecked ball of metal. He tightens his grips onto Crizwalke's neck and flies off the side of the mountain.

"No! No!" Crizwalke yells.

"I've had about enough of you, your pathetic existence and your cruel murderous hand. You will now face and accept your punishment and forever be damned for eternity!"

          Álvaro, now holding Crizwalke's neck with both hands, starts diving