After all the drama with Stolas, Blitzø, etc... Vassago arrived at his own palace and sighed heavily, collapsing on his feathery couch. He clicked with his beak and shook his head. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Stolas lost all of his powers for the next hundred years...

"¡Maldito retrasado, Andrealphus! Puaj..." Vassago murmured... Clenching his fists and placed his head in his feathery hands. He pulled on his eyes in frustration.