Amidst of Michelle’s tears, Ryan slowly and carefully untied Haris’ ragged old cloak and laid it to a final rest on Haris’ body. Then with the help of Vanya and Mark, the three of them laid Haris’ body down into the hole the others dug. After a brief final word from each of the survivors recalling their memories of Haris, his body was covered for the last time.

Afterwards, Ryan found Michelle sitting by the stream, her tiny blue shoes taken off, and her feet dipped in the cool, flowing water. Her tears fell gently from her crystal eyes and mixed with the water from the stream. Ryan approached her and sat down next to her. He wrapped his arms around her shivering body. She was unusually cold, devoid of the familiar warmth she always had around her. Michelle laid her head to rest on Ryan’s firm shoulders. Together, in silence, they stared blankly into the trees, reminiscing about their days on the island, for better or for worse.

“Mark there’s something here, I can feel it,” said Vanya. He leaned on his Kage and meditated for a moment. Mark grasped his Holy Spear firmly with his hands. He focused all of his energy into his body, strengthening it tremendously into a Hyper Body. Besides him, Vanya summoned the power of the fairies, which blessed both of them with additional strength and defense. Something stirred to the right.

Instantly, a dark hand smashed out of the trees, knocking Mark backwards, slamming him into the trunk of a tree. He slumped over unconscious. Vanya teleported out of the way just in time. He shot a Holy Arrow at the hand, which surprisingly, caught the arrow, and flung it straight back at him! Vanya’s own arrow hit him flat in the chest. He crumpled to the ground, staggering for breath. The dark hand slashed out at Vanya, which he instantly deflected with his Kage. However, the sheer force of this blow sent Vanya hurling backwards. Vanya closed his eyes to meditate once more. Then, he let out a tremendous roar. His own cry mixed with the snarl of a dragon. Behind Vanya, an enormous, crimson dragon crashed out of the trees, growling menacingly at the dark hand. It flinched at the earsplitting roar, but then shot forward to attack again.

The Dragon stormed into the opening and rammed right into the dark hand. Then, it reared up itself, spreading its 50ft wings, and released a fiery ball of fire. The inferno clashed with a beam of darkness let out by the dark hand itself. Vanya watched in horror as the two beams collided together, and an incredible explosion rattled the entire island. Vanya flew backwards towards Mark, still unconscious. He grabbed Mark by his left arm, and teleported away right as the cloud of dust consumed them. Vanya closed his eyes.

Completely enveloped in darkness, Vanya heard the roars of his summoned dragon, and the whizzes of the dark hand. The battle raged on in the darkness. With his Kage, Vanya summoned a bit of light to reveal the situation. However, it was useless; the darkness was indeed the very black of night. No light could pierce it.

Once the dust cleared, Vanya stepped into the now quiet clearing. Around him, flaming trees crackled and smoked. The entire ground was covered in a black ash. His dragon was gone and so was the dark hand.