Galtar retrieved his weapon and offered a hand to Goleeta. They stood together as the purple sky began to clear, revealing the first true stars of the evening. “One step closer to home,” Goleeta said softly.
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. Galtar and the PrincessGaltar and the Golden La...
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. Galtar retrieved his weapon and offered a hand to Goleeta
Galtar didn't hesitate. He swung the Golden Lance above his head, the blades catching the dying sunlight. With a guttural cry, he leaped into the fray. The first Ravager swung a spiked mace, but Galtar parried, the Lance shearing through the heavy iron as if it were parchment. “Goleeta, the flank!” Galtar shouted. Tormack raised the Shadow Shield, and a bolt
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.
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 gripped the hilt of the Golden Lance, its twin blades humming with a low, rhythmic vibration. Beside him, Princess Goleeta scanned the horizon of the Bandisar plains. The sky was an unnatural bruised purple—a sign that Tormack’s dark sorcery was bleeding into the physical world.