¡Helloo! I bring you the last part of the story that had begun weeks ago. Hope you like!

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If you still don't know, this story has a first and second part that you can read, to better understand this.

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The Tremor of the Black Lands!

The earth opened like a monster's mouth, blackening from the presence that was emerging from it. The first thing that was glimpsed was a bright and sharp antler, followed by a war whinny: it was Corrupted Pegasus.

-How long...? How much my little Corrupted Pegasus? Said a deep and gloomy voice from the bottom of the earth, while a long black figure emerged. I still remember the last time I breathed this air, this aroma of life ... My insides are removed from joy and joy, today, today will finally be the day ...

Jarlax the dead man walked towards his Corrupted Pegasus, assembling him right away.

-Come ... every second that passes makes me feel more emotion.

And they took off from the earth, heading for the air.

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-What are you trying to say? -Asked Lord Arianthus.

• Do you think that we humans do not take risks? -The Paladin replied, squeezing his left arm, which had been torn off by the Hydra.- Do you think our strength is reduced to how simple mortals we are? You forget that we have the capacity to think, to devise ... I did not come empty-handed.

Lord Arianthus thought it was just a comment to intimidate him, so he decided to end all that, ordering Hydra to spit out a great poisonous and corrosive phlegm, to kill all the enemies. This began to produce poison in his stomach, which splashed inside like a bomb about to explode, went up his huge throat and with great force expelled it.

Neither the Paladin nor the soldiers of this noticed when Jarlax the dead stood in front of them as a shield, stopping that dangerous phlegm. He did absolutely no harm, for it was only bone and death. Everything around him turned dark and the spacecraft's metal was blackened with fear, the legs of the great "Big Creeping Ooze Monster" melted in fear and backed away.

The great Hydra, on the other hand, felt a great tremor in his body when he saw Jarlax, stepped back a little but put himself in a defensive position. Before him was an imminent threat. Only when the Corrupted Pegasus flew in and whinnied, did the battalion begin. The "Big Creeping Ooze Monsters" pounced on it, trying to knock him down, but the Corrupted Pegasus lashed out at him, shattering the monster with his antlers.

Lord Arianthus noticed that the battle was getting bad for him, so he decided to hide ... but while levitating in his immense glass jar, he was surprised by the Corrupted Pegasus, who stuck his antlers in it, making a huge hole in the crystal, causing the liquid that kept Lord Arianthus inside it, gradually spilling out.

Arianthus asked Hydra for help, but when he turned around, he was being dissected by the hand of Jarlax the dead, who absorbed his life until it dried completely and vanished. Jarlax had approached the paladin, to reach out and lift him off the floor.

-I complied with everything I had to do ... I hope you keep your word.

The Paladin, nodding, took a strange device from his pocket and blew it. No sound was heard and nobody thought something would happen, until the sky opened and the sun's rays penetrated the ship, letting glimpse the death toll in that place. From the sky the Angel of Light ascended to where they all were, his hand landed on all the warriors and gave them life. The paladin returned his slaughtered arm.

Everyone was full of happiness. Young Bard and the Smith Warrior return safe and sound, holding each other and happy because they had defeated the enemy, the paladin hugs them full of happiness and between songs and joys they return to the people victorious. Lord Arianthus swears to himself that he will never let them be happy, he will return again and again, to break that relationship of his beloved.

The Angel of Light, in turn, blesses the life and relationship of Young Bard and the Smith Warrior, giving her the joy that no one will get in it ... When they all left and the stage was completely empty, the Angel of Light had left alone with Jarlax the dead, who began to cry like a child to see her.

-I thought ... I thought this couldn't be,- Jirlax stammered.

-I have a better place to go to talk,- the Angel of Light confessed sweetly, taking Jarlax in her arms, hugging her while she cried.

And then, one of the most beautiful and sad stories of all Splinterlands is about to begin ...

TO BE CONTINUE...