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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.

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 and the PrincessGaltar and the Golden La...

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. Galtar retrieved his weapon and offered a hand to Goleeta

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. He charged, the Lance glowing brighter with every step