Moments ago in the Magic Kingdom.
King Merlin was out on the field with several Magicians moving to and fro around him.
“How is the casualty?” He asked walking into a large tent where several magician could be seen tending to others, some of which were even humans.
“Well, the casualties are minimal, actually lower than that recorded in the two initial clashes and they are mostly humans. It seems the Vampires are really starting to feel the heat, my lord.” A blue haired Witch replied and King Merlin nodded with a satisfied smile.
Suddenly, a figure rushed into the tent from the side before whispering something into the King’s ear and the King’s eyes darkened.
“I wonder what that silver haired bitch is doing.” The King muttered in irritation, staring into the distance for a moment before looking at the blue haired Magician.
“Meet me in the Purple Tent, Leader Ava.” The king said, walking towards a large purple tent in the distance.