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if anybody's such a man.

But I'm going to find out.

Be warned. Anyone who wields

the power of the Rod...

shall suffer a horrible fate...

for the evil it creates

cannot be undone...

unless its spell is broken.

How do I break the spell?

That, you must discover.

The Empress has called

her Dragons upon us.

Don't just stand there

admiring them !

Destroy them

before they reach us.

Hurry! Hurry!

Prepare to fire!

Fire!

Come on.

Get up! Prepare to fire again!

Move that crossbow.

Aim for their wings, you fools!

Fire, you fools! Fire!

What have I done?

Come to me.

I found the Rod!

Thanks for saving me

the trouble.

Feels good, doesn't it?

Remember...

your stupidity and persistence

got your Thief friend killed.

Don't let it be responsible...

for finishing off the rest

of your social circle.

Oh, look.

I've cut her. What a shame.

Don't hurt her.

Then give me the Rod!

And you'll release them?

Don't do it, Ridley.

You have my word.

Finally.

You said you'd let them go!

I lied.

Kill them...

slowly.

Give that to me.

You said you'd set me free.

Now what about my head?

Here they come!

Come, Damodar.

To the roof of Sumdall.

Fire!

My destiny.

Come to me.

Look. I've cut you.

What a shame.

You can run, Your Ladyship...

but you'll never run far enough!

Let their blood

rain from the sky!

You'll pay for that, boy.

You really think

that you can steal my destiny?

I'll invent a new destiny

especially for you...

full of pain.

A new kind of pain

and new senses to feel it with.

Not if I kill you first.

This will be a real pleasure.

Not so talented, eh, Mr. Ridley?

I've enjoyed our little chat,

but now it's your time to die.

My little tracker.

I could--

Hey, Mage!

Why don't you pick on somebody

your own size?

Back for more?

You really think you can

use that, you little burglar?

Well, that's impossible.

Bring them down on him, Ridley!

Destroy him !

I won't become you.

What have you done?

Your Majesty.

It's over, Profion.

The battle maybe, Your Majesty.

Maybe...

but not the war.

Thank you.

People of Izmer...

at long last, I do declare

that you are now all equal.

Let the celebration begin.

You hear that, buddy?

That's for you.

Nothing's going to be the same

without you.

But I guess I'll

have to get used to that.

I just hope wherever you are...

you know that you did

make a difference.

You helped things change.

You finally got it.

Your big score.

I guess I'd better get going...

or I'm going to miss

my own knighting ceremony.

Ridley the Savior.

Can you believe it?

I'm going to miss you, pal.

Do not question your gift.

Your friend awaits you.

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