Miles away in the dusty courtyard of the West-Twin, Landon Hale heard Claire's desperate cry perfectly in his mind. Landon was currently hiding behind the concrete barricade. The giant robotic crab was still shooting thousands of heavy bullets over his head. BRRRRRRT! But Landon did not panic. He focused entirely on the War Resonance magic. “I am here, Claire,” Landon thought fiercely. His love for her burned brighter than the hot African sun. “I will help you see it.” Landon closed his eyes. He poured a massive, incredible amount of his white Kinetic Echo magic directly into the mental web. He didn't just share his thoughts. He shared his actual magical power. “Claire, Kade, Sera,” Landon commanded softly. “Open your eyes. Look with my magic.” In the East-Twin glass room, Claire, Kade, and Sera gasped as a sudden surge of bright white energy filled their veins. Their eyes began to glow with a faint, beautiful white light. Suddenly, the world changed. They did not just see n

Landon did not punch the cannon. He didn't have time to stop. He sprinted directly at the giant machine. As he ran past it, he grabbed the thick, solid steel barrel of the cannon with his glowing white hands. Using his extreme speed and his magical strength, Landon violently ripped the massive steel barrel completely off the machine. SCREEEEEECH! SNAP! The thick steel tore like wet paper. Bright yellow sparks exploded everywhere. Landon did not drop the heavy metal barrel. He carried it with him. He sprinted along the top of the narrow iron wall. He looked down at the courtyard below. He saw the Iron Order captain raising his pistol to shoot a crying mother. Landon threw the massive, heavy steel cannon barrel down into the courtyard like a giant javelin. The heavy steel flew through the air and smashed directly onto the hood of the Iron Order hover-tank parked next to the captain. KABOOOOOM! The tank exploded in a massive fireball. The explosion knocked the cruel captain and t

Inside the massive, elegant glass skyscraper known as the East-Twin fortress, the air was filled with thick gray smoke. The beautiful white marble floors were covered in shattered glass, broken stone, and burning office desks. Claire Arden stood in the middle of a ruined hallway on the ground floor. She leaned heavily against a broken marble pillar. Her twisted right ankle throbbed with sharp, hot pain. Her face was covered in dark soot and dried blood. But her dark eyes were completely focused and fiercely brave. The Vanguard team had successfully blown up the East-Twin’s magical generator. They had cut off General Kade Rauth’s power supply. But the battle for the city was not over yet. "Keep moving!" Claire ordered loudly. Her clear, strong voice echoed down the smoky hallway. "Do not stop! The exit is just ahead!" Behind Claire, a large group of rescued civilian workers was running toward the front doors. They were terrified. They held their hands over their heads, coughing on

The Beast-Tamer captain laughed evilly. He pointed his finger directly at Claire. "Crush her into dust," the captain commanded his monster. The Apex Beast lowered its massive head. It pointed its two glowing purple horns at Claire. Its massive, heavy metal feet stomped the ground. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. The giant monster charged forward. It moved like a speeding freight train made of black steel and toxic magic. "Claire, run!" Kade screamed. Claire could not run. Her twisted ankle throbbed with terrible pain. But Claire Arden did not surrender. She stood completely still. She raised her silver pistol, even though she knew it would do absolutely nothing against the giant monster. Suddenly, a loud, brave roar echoed right next to her. It was Ayo. The brave young teenager sprinted directly in front of Claire. He raised his stolen blue laser rifle. He stood fearlessly in the path of the charging, bus-sized monster. "Ayo, no! Get back!" Claire yelled. Ayo did not move. He fired his ri

The sleek, black stealth ship flew silently through the dark night sky. It flew incredibly fast. It crossed the ocean and returned to the United States in just a few hours. The hot, boiling air of Africa was just a bad memory now. Outside the thick glass windshield, the world was freezing cold again. The beautiful, deadly winter storm of the American Midwest whipped against the metal ship. Thick white snowflakes flew past the glass. Landon Hale sat in the pilot’s seat. His large, muscular hands held the glowing steering controls. He stared out into the dark night. He was exhausted. His body ached. But his dark eyes burned with fierce, unstoppable determination. They were flying south from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. They were heading straight toward Chicago, Illinois. "We are almost home," Claire Arden whispered softly. She sat in the co-pilot seat right next to him. She reached out and gently rested her warm hand on his thick arm. Landon looked at her. Her beautiful face was covered