Colt rushed to the top of the mountain. The horse he was riding on was in bad shape but he had to make it to the top of the mountain before it was too late.
After a while, he finally got to the top of the mountain. At the top only stood one man with blood on his hands and clothing. Uvo.
"Where is the King?" asked Colt in an angry voice.
"The King... is dead!" Uvo said with a grin.
And those words marked the beginning of the war.
