NARRATOR

Aldric’s muscular arms locked in a test of strength against Khalum’s.

Their paws sank into the ground, but neither gave in, snarling like beasts, biting at each other hard enough to tear off flesh.

Khalum stood still, trapped under Grandpa’s assault, and felt the danger looming above his head.

Silas leapt into the air, mist swirling around him, half his face covered in cursed runes, his expression deadly...

Gripping the scythe over his head like a true messenger of death.

His black cloak flapped with the wind, and Khalum realized he’d walked straight into a trap.

They didn’t look like they worked together, but yeah—they’d clearly teamed up to take him down.

He was about to lose to them!

“NO ONE’S TAKING MY LYRA AWAY FROM ME!”

Beast mode: on.

BOOM!

The tip of the massive scythe shattered on impact with a green energy shield that burst from Khalum’s body.

It launched Silas several meters away—he landed on a tree branch like a damn cat.

He stared at the black fragments scattered