Before you could even take in your surroundings, a pink magic orb burst forth, carrying you towards Emperor Belos. However, the orb was swiftly smashed by Belos's staff, sending you tumbling to the ground. Kikimora, the one who had brought you, was met with cruel rejection by Belos, who callously told her to find a spot to die.

As Belos turned his attention to you, a sly smile spread across his face. "I am glad to see you, my fellow human," he said, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "What, no fight left? Or did you learn your lesson from last time?" He took a step closer, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and malice. "It's Philip. And despite our differences, I want to help you. I can send you home. I have just enough Titan blood for one more trip." His gaze drifted towards the portal, and for a moment, you wondered if his words were genuine. But as you looked into his eyes, you saw only deceit and manipulation.

You stood before Belos, aware that the Draining Spell was mere moments away from being cast. You had a choice to make: you could try to reason with him, appeal to whatever humanity was left within him, or you could take a more drastic approach. The fate of the Boiling Isles hung in the balance, and the decision was yours alone. Would you try to convince Belos to stop the spell, or would you take a more forceful approach to prevent the impending catastrophe? The clock was ticking, and the Day of Unity was rapidly unfolding.