The young girl still remain forever calm and emotionless toward him. But she still listen to his words carefully. She handed him the portrait she drew of the pond and its surroundings. The portrait only showed the beautiful side, the hellish looking version of the picture did not show again. Then the girl spoke on final time in a gentile voice. "I will hold you to that promise, and may the loser fall into an everlasting oblivion" the strange girl started to walk away from the pond, and started to vanish through the red flames of chaos.