After days of being under its influence, the elixirs had finally worn off. The girls were surprisingly feeling much better with their heads clearer than ever. Whatever benefit the elixirs had was easily overshadowed by the strain that they placed upon their flesh. Thus, deciding not to use it ever again, they began their final march in the wagons.
Clear of everything and all, the capital city was peering through the horizon, and reaching out to the heavens was the tower of the royal castle. Each, a different height and dimension to replicate a giant's hand to pay homage to the city's inception. Built upon a cemetery for giants, one of which just so happened to be Guriea the sorceress, who built the grand tower.
