Overbearing Power

A large fleet of ships arrived in the Dark Forest. Giant ethereal creatures carried the queen's entourage toward the dark forest, with Arthur and Tiara in tow. Their quest toward the Spirits Realm required some preparation on the queen's part. 

"Is this necessary?" asked Arthur as he stared at the fleet of elves brought along by the queen. 

"I do trust you to protect my daughter, but if the worst comes, I want my army prepared to defend against my brother," the queen said as she stared at the withering forest. "I will ensure that this war will be the last." 

"There might not be one," Arthur said with a shake of his head. "The Dark Prince doesn't have any supporters at the moment, correct?" 

"That is correct. However, if he obtained both the powers of envy and famine, then we can expect an army of spirits flooding the gates between the two realms," Tiara interjected with a frown. "I think that he has been planning something."