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“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 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. Galtar and the PrincessGaltar and the Golden La...

Galtar nodded, the Golden Lance finally falling silent in his hand. “And one step closer to justice.” “He’s close, Galtar,” she whispered, her hand resting

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. The sky was an unnatural bruised purple—a sign