But Astaroth would never see the fruit of his plan. He was captured and led to the dungeon where an executioner awaited him. And thus, the man who had lived for hundreds of years intriguing and spying met his tragic end, caused by someone who had outwitted him.
But the princes hadn't yet reached the end of their suffering. A soldier rushed in hastily, fell to his knees, and stammered, "Treason!" "An army of minotaurs is on its way."
The five princes summoned their knights with military discipline and in no time an army rushed towards that of the minotaurs.
The minotaurs were on a dusty plain, with a thunderstorm brewing in the distance.
Asterion stood at a distance, watching the army rush past him towards his troops who were finishing off the vanguard.
A perfect lure for the noble knights who also wanted their share of the pie and the honor. Without a second thought, they charged the beasts.
They soon saw what was going on, and the command that had been agreed upon in advance was going around.
"Spread out! Get out of here!"