"I knew it." Zantar said, staring straight at the source of the voice. "How did you know I was here? How did you know to send the river?"
He stood up slowly, reaching into the inside of his coat.
"The root won't work this time. She got me last time, but not this time. I won't run."
Zantar turned to Gryphon. "You wouldn't understand. This has to happen, but I can't explain why."
A hum resonated throughout the field as Zantar flipped off the stone table, brandishing a purple lightsaber.
"This time it ends."