King Gulben saw his chance and he did not intend to let it slip away. He surged forward without hesitation, moving like a living embodiment of his crown, like the true king that he is.
Dense and radiant golden light erupted from his body, wrapping him in the full authority of his Magic.
His sword blazed the same golden color, its edge burning with condensed power as if the weapon itself recognized the moment.
He tore through the fractured sky, forcing his way past drifting debris and collapsing shockwaves. Broken fragments of space slid aside under his advance, and warped air screamed as he cut through it.
Behind him, the others followed.
Arty accelerated hard, her Magic flaring as she pushed herself to keep pace. Adrien and Billy flew beside her, battered but unyielding, their eyes locked forward.
