He charged, the Lance glowing brighter with every step. Tormack sneered, summoning a wall of spectral fire, but Galtar threw the Lance. It spun like a golden saw blade, slicing through the flames and striking the center of the Shadow Shield.
Suddenly, the ground buckled. A fissure ripped through the dry earth, and from the dust emerged Tormack’s elite Ravagers, mounted on their six-legged krells. Behind them, Tormack himself loomed, his eyes glowing with the stolen power of the ancient kings. Galtar and the PrincessGaltar and the Golden La...
Goleeta moved with the grace of a mountain cat. She intercepted a pair of soldiers, her movements a blur of defensive strikes that bought Galtar the seconds he needed. He charged, the Lance glowing brighter with every step
Tormack raised the Shadow Shield, and a bolt of obsidian energy shot toward Galtar. Galtar braced himself, crossing the twin blades of the Lance. The energy hit the golden metal and crackled, splitting into harmless sparks. “Your reign ends in the dirt, Tormack!” Galtar roared. Suddenly, the ground buckled
A deafening crack echoed across the plains. The shield shattered into a thousand glass-like shards. Tormack fell back, his source of power extinguished. As the Ravagers saw their master weakened, they broke rank and fled into the gathering gloom.
“He’s close, Galtar,” she whispered, her hand resting on the hilt of her own blade. “I can feel the coldness of the Shadow Shield.”
Galtar nodded, the Golden Lance finally falling silent in his hand. “And one step closer to justice.”