Epilogue: New Americana

Camilla woke up and looked around as her eyes looked up at the Statue of Liberty. She was in America.

"How ironic." She said to herself as she stood up and looked around.

It was night time and the island she was on wasn't going to have a way off till morning. Well that was if you didn't have magic. Camilla teleported to the docks she saw a bit off in the distance and smiled.

"Well looks like it's time to take over a new world." She rose her hand towards the moon and blasted it watching it turn purple.

"Welcome to the New Americana." She rose in the air and her dark games began.