The Boiling Isles were burning away. Every witch was in agony, on their knees and laying on the floor, their magic pouring out of their coven sigils. The sight made you want to puke. Of course, you'd never kneeled to the system, never followed the plan Belos laid out for all witches in the past four centuries. You approached the deeper parts of the Titan's skull, where Belos' secret lair was located.

He was ready to leave, maybe watch the members of his Coven wither away under his magnificent plan. The wild witches that remained didn't bother him. They couldn't interrupt the draining spell and surely they couldn't fight him for it. Swinging his blonde-grayish hair at his back, former Belos, now in his true appearance, Phillip Wittebane prepares to leave this realm.