-[mysterious music playing] -[fire roaring]
[ghostly growling]
[ominous music playing]
[growling]
[wails]
[laughs] Won't you give your old friend a hug, little Wolf?
If you're in there, Broghan, give me a sign.
Only the finest silver.
A fitting touch for such an honored guest.
-[grunts] Why are you doing this? -I have a proposition for you.
Look, if you want me to listen, call him off. Please!
[mechanism clicking]
What's this?
Your confession.
Confession?
You will admit that your claim to the throne is false,
that you were never the son of Wergar.
You'll never be king.
And if I refuse?
Then every town and city loyal to you will burn!
From Motley all the way to Redmire and Brackenholme.
But if you sign your name, they will be spared.
I give you my word.
And are you a man of your word?
No, I won't put my name to lies.
Ah. How predictable.
Well, if you won't play with poor Broghan, maybe someone else will.
[gasps]
[Drew straining]
Trent!
[eerie music plays]
[unsettling music playing]
Where am I?
[ghostly growling]
[growling]
[undead trooper] Death will come.
[wailing]
I didn't summon you! Get back!
[undead trooper] Death will come for the young king and his friends,
and some will not survive the fall of the Wolf!
[Hector screaming]
[startles awake, panting]
Hector.
-Bad dreams? -[Hector] Yes.
Nothing to be ashamed of. We barely made it out alive.
Where are we heading?
The Cluster Isles. We need to rest and regroup.
You're going home? There's no time for that.
Drew's in danger.
I tried to warn you, but if you will trust a Shark…
Drew is the far side of a Catlord armada.
-So you're just going to give up on him? -I'm sorry, little Boar.
I'm afraid our friend is on his own.
-[mysterious music playing] -[seagulls calling]
[dark music playing]
Get away from my brother!
But you left him with my guard so he could be treated by a magister.
And I promise he'll receive the very best care,
provided you cooperate.
If you wanna torture anyone, make it me! Just let him go!
And I shall,
the moment you sign the confession and surrender your claim to the throne!
The first wise move you've made.
No. First, you give me my brother, and you let us both go.
Of course. Just hand it over, and you are free.
-Like I trust you. -You have very little choice.
I signed it. Now it's your move.
Very well.
[Broghan growling]
Trent! No!
-[terrifying music playing] -[Drew screaming]
[laughing evilly] You think your bones could break solid silver?
[panting]
[grunts]
[yells angrily]
Have it your way.
-[Drew grunting] -[ghostly growling]
[laughs evilly]
[terrifying music building]
[music fades]
[Whitley moans]
How did we get here?
[sighs] I've seen this trick before.
Baron Ewan.
What did he do to Drew?
[screams]
No!
[Gretchen and Whitley grunting]
Get your hands off me.
Get off! Let me go!
That's it. He's had enough warnings! [grunts]
[Baba Korga] Excuse my friend.
Rolff's a rough diamond.
Strong but silent.
Baba Korga? Is that you?
[chuckles] So it seemed, last I checked in the mirror.
It's me, Whitley!
I may be ancient, but I'm not senile yet, child.
I know exactly who you are.
[snaps fingers]
-[horse neighs] -[Whitley gasps]
[whinnies]
Chancer!
[Chancer nickering]
[Whitley crying joyfully]
[Gretchen chuckles warmly]
[Baba Korga] Hush, hush. You're safe now.
[Conrad] This is great, isn't it? [grunts angrily]
It can't be.
[Baron Ewan] If you hadn't welcomed Lucas with open arms,
perhaps we wouldn't be in this mess.
Me? You're the one who took his gold in exchange for Drew.
If it isn't Lyssia's most two-faced Werelords,
keeping nice and warm by the fire.
Princess, um, let… let me explain. It's… it's not how it looks.
Give it a rest, Conrad. It's exactly how it looks.
Both our nations were under threat.
So you lied to my friends and sold our king to the enemy?
And put a hex on me and Whitley?
[scoffs] Enjoying your reward?
Blood money. How do either of us regain our honor?
I did what I had to.
They would've burned my city to the ground.
You made us walk out on Drew when he needed our help.
Broghan paid with his life, and you just followed the men who took it!
You're sheep, both of you.
There's still time to make this right. Drew's in there, alone and outnumbered.
So, what are you going to do about it?
[Whitley] We're going to fight.
We're taking Cape Gala back from the Catlords.
All of us.
[heroic music playing]
-[metal clanking] -[mechanism clicking]
[ghostly growling]
[laughs evilly]
[Drew grunting]
Ugh. Bored now.
[ghostly growling continues]
Now, this is more like it.
[intriguing music playing]
Come on, everybody. Line up.
Take your weapons. Wait for my command. Come on, this way.
-Brave hearts, strong arms. -Here.
Show them what we're made of.
-No Dreadswords on the bridge. -What about inside the Sky Stable?
[Gretchen] Full of them.
Then we'll never storm the gates. We'd need a whole army.
Leave that to me.
[electricity crackling]
-Don't do this, Broghan! -[undead growling]
[Drew and Broghan grunting]
[fire roaring]
You were never strong enough to be king.
You were destined to die here, Wolf.
[laughing menacingly]
Was there ever a more unworthy king?
I never asked for this.
[suspenseful music playing]
[metal clanking]
[Drew shouting]
Change by all means, Ferran, but you'll never break your silver.
[laughing evilly]
[ghostly growling]
[blade pounds]
[gasps]
Huh?
[pounding on door]
Open, in the name of King Leopold!
[Dreadsword 1 grunts]
[mystical music plays]
[Baron Ewan moans]
-Close that gate! -[Dreadsword 1 grunting]
[Rolff grunting]
[Dreadsword 2] Charge!
-Go! Go! -[Dreadswords yelling]
[all shouting]
-[grunting] -[weapons clanging]
Attack!
[Dreadsword wails]
Ewan, can you walk?
Don't worry about me. Find Drew.
[Gretchen screams]
Let's show them who this city belongs to.
For Cape Gala!
For the Wolf!
[gasps]
[Whitley growls]
[suspenseful music playing]
[fire roaring]
No. That's not possible.
[ghostly growling]
[gasps fearfully]
[thrilling music playing]
[electricity crackling]
[Drew roaring]
[suspenseful music playing]
[all grunting]
[mechanism clicking]
[Broghan growls]
[Drew growling]
[straining]
I'm sorry, my friend.
[Broghan screams]
No.
No!
[all grunting]
[uplifting music playing]
[Dreadswords grunting, wailing]
[Whitley] For the Wolf!
[Drew gasps]
[all grunting]
-[Whitley groans] -[blade rings]
[growling angrily]
Liar. You said they were dead.
They're alive, and they need me.
[Vankaskan growls]
My people need me! My kingdom needs me!
[growls menacingly]
Hold on, Drew! We're coming!
No!
[both straining]
[Vankaskan] Don't think you can save them.
Every member of your rebellion will pay for what you've done!
[Drew yells]
Trent, wake up!
[tentacles straining]
[Whitley gasps] Drew! [grunts]
Is that all you've got?
[laughing evilly] Oh, I haven't even started.
-[mechanism clicking rapidly] -[ghostly growling]
Whoa! [grunts]
[Vankaskan growling menacingly]
[Drew screams, groans]
[Vankaskan and Drew grunting]
[Drew wails, grunts]
[growls]
[Vankaskan snarls]
-[laughing evilly] -Trent!
No! [grunts]
Ah! Missed me, Wolf. [laughs mockingly]
I wasn't aiming at you.
What?
No.
[growls]
[undead growling]
[Vankaskan] No.
Get back. I command you. Get back!
Please, get back! No, no!
-[screaming] -[undead growling]
[gasps]
[coughing]
Trent!
Trent, wake up!
Come on, come on.
Trent, can you hear me?
I'm sorry I got you into this.
None of this would've happened if it wasn't for me.
-[undead growling] -[Drew gasps]
Trent!
[Trent coughing weakly]
Drew, don't! Stay there! I'm coming for you!
No! It's not safe! Get yourself out of here!
-[Trent] But, Drew, I-- -Go!
[gasps]
[grunts]
[undead growling]
[Drew moans]
[Gretchen gasps, grunts]
There, on the balcony! Drew!
[somber music playing]
[undead continue growling]
[Drew grunts]
[undead screaming]
[Drew panting]
[breath trembles]
[mournful music playing]
[thunder crashing]
It's just one more leap.
[yells]
No!
[Gretchen and Whitley] Drew!
-He's gone, Whitley! He's gone. -[Whitley sobbing]
[bird shrieks]
Drew! [panting]
[gasping]
[water lapping]
Home at last.
Everyone that crossed us will pay.
I'll have the gallows swinging with traitors.
Must I remind you the Catlords nearly lost Lyssia for good,
thanks to your father's reckless rule.
You must do whatever it takes to ensure this doesn't happen again.
Understand?
Your subjects are watching, Your Highness.
Show them how a king returns to his castle.
[ominous music playing]
Our honored guest, my cousin, Orsino. Welcome.
Remember, young prince, Lyssia is only as strong as its king.
We Catlords have triumphed, crushed our enemies!
I am the victor! [chuckles]
[growls angrily]
Of course, cousin, you have my thanks for your assistance.
[Orsino] This was no assistance.
This was a rescue, a salvage of the mess you've made of your rule.
Isn't that right, Your Highness?
[gasps, grunts]
Time to take what's yours.
[electricity crackling]
Vanmorten, wha… what are you doing?
Making new friends.
Now.
[King Leopold] Lucas, my son.
No! [groans]
[dark music playing]
Traitor.
Long live the king.
-[electricity crackling] -[Lucas roaring]
[air whistling]
[gasping]
[Drew screaming]
[grunts]
[groans]
[gasps, coughs]
Oh, where am I?
-[Kesslar] You're safe for now. -What?
[chuckles]
-We're going on a little trip. -You! [grunting angrily]
I'm going back to Lyssia!
-[Kesslar yells] -[Drew grunts]
My friends need me! [grunts]
[Kesslar] You'll never see Lyssia or your friends again.
You're mine now. [laughing maniacally]
Lock me up if you want.
Sail me to the other side of the world.
But you need to know my name is Drew Ferran.
I'm the son of Wergar the Wolf and the rightful King of Westland!
The people of Lyssia, my people, need me.
I will return to them.
And I pity anyone who tries to stop me.
-[dramatic music playing] -[electricity crackling]
[Drew yelling deafeningly]
[closing theme music playing]
[music fades out]