“Dang it!” shouted Watch Tower. “Those ponies found a grown mare and a safe refuge!”

He was steamed that the Mane Six had eluded his grasp, and he hoped that Horseback Archer, his superior, hadn’t forgotten about his plot to free him from Tartarus.

“Only three thousand years to go,” muttered Watch Tower sarcastically; he was utterly impatient.

“All right,” he said to himself, “this is my last attempt; it better work!”

Watch Tower fired his horn up one last time and put his time reversal spell on full blast.

Author's Note

This is it—the moment for which all of you waited for so long. In the very next chapter, all of Tartarus will break loose—at long last!