After some paddling, we reach the wondrous island enacted by gods. Surprised, we find out the burglar is none other than Khaztropix himself. Was he planning to corrupt its waters? Set fire to the island? Fearing whatever magic he may cast upon me, I stay slightly behind. Methuzelah, fearless as always, rushes in for the kill. A swift stab to the chest ends up sealing Khaztropix's demise, proving that his so-called magic was nothing but false imagery.
Our glorious executioner gladly accepted his scalp, confirming that it indeed was the feared Khaztropix.
