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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.

“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.”

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. 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 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 didn't hesitate

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.

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. The first Ravager swung a spiked mace, but

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.