CHAPTER 32 (PART 1): SLAY THE KING

Reaching the top of the stairs, Arth finally stepped on the blue crystal floor. The place had a wide and open space, having no walls or roofs, only pillars on the edges. He wasn’t familiar of this temple, built between the Twin Mountains, but he could sense a familiar presence … a familiar energy … lurking nearby. Looking ahead, six tall obelisks had stood, forming a six-pointed star, with a glowing semi-spherical crystal at the center of the floor.

“I knew you’d come here …” a voice spoke from one of the obelisks, “nephew …”

Arth froze as Terrowin stepped out behind the obelisk, his blue cape dancing wildly from the cold blowing wind.

“I know why you’d have to wait for me,” Arth said, glaring at the false king. “I know you can’t open the portal … so you need me just so you can get your unworthy hands on the