The giant dragon made of bone and shadow snapped its jaws shut around Luca. The grand palace hall vanished in an instant as dark walls of smoke closed in. Cold wind whipped past his ears while his broad body tumbled down a dark throat. He held his steel sword tight in his bare hand and gritted his teeth against the freezing air. The dark magic pressed against his skin, trying to snuff out the warm sovereign heat deep inside his chest. Luca called upon his inner dragon fire, making his blade glow with a steady golden light to cut through the black gloom.Outside the dark beast, Amelia let out a sharp cry of terror as the floor shook. Elias Thorne lunged forward with his heavy steel blade, aiming a wild swing at the shadow dragon. The sharp metal passed right through the dark smoke frame without leaving a single mark or cut. The old dragon queen raised her bone staff to shoot a beam of red fire, but the red dress woman chuckled softly. The woman waved her pale hand, sending a wave of bl

The giant mouth made of sharp purple crystals snapped shut around Luca and Amelia. The roaring wind of the deep canyon stopped in an instant. They floated together in the middle of the glowing purple sphere, suspended in dark cold air. Luca held Amelia tight against his broad chest, keeping his left arm wrapped firm around her waist. His right hand reached out and found his sharp steel sword floating nearby in the soft purple light. He grabbed the hilt with a tight grip, his brown eyes searching the smooth crystal walls for any gap.Amelia rested her head against his broad shoulder, her breath coming in short soft gasps. The white frost on her wool dress was melting under the warm sun light radiating from his skin. She looked up into his eyes with sweet human trust, her small hands holding onto his leather shirt. Luca gave her a gentle smile to calm her worried heart. He told her that as long as he had breath in his lungs, no dark magic would ever harm her.The glowing purple walls ar

The eight red bone daggers flew through the bright morning air with scary speed. Luca did not hesitate or step back on the broken golden stairs. He drew his steel sword with a fast motion of his right hand. He channeled his sovereign sun fire into the long blade, making the metal burn with hot yellow flames. He swung his burning sword in a tight circle in front of his broad chest.The hot blade hit the eight red daggers one by one with a series of sharp metallic clacks. Bright red sparks and golden light drops rained down onto the soft green grass below. The heavy physical force of the flying weapons pushed Luca back one step on the golden glass. He stood his ground, his brown eyes burning with fierce human determination. He looked up through the warm sky at the eight armed executioner in the black iron cloak.Elias Thorne let out a loud warrior shout from the green meadow floor. The brave general ran toward the base of the golden staircase with his broad steel sword raised. The old d

The hand made of red bone spikes clamped tight around the neck of Luca. Cold red blood spilled from the sky portal, flowing down the golden glass stairs like a heavy river. The sudden grip cut off the air in his throat, making his brown eyes widen in shock. He held his sharp steel sword tight in his right hand, but the cold blood magic pinned his broad body to the top step. The golden sun light surrounding his crown flickered fast under the sudden dark attack.Down on the green grass meadow, Amelia let out a sharp cry of terror. She dropped her brown leather pouch onto the ground and ran toward the base of the golden staircase. Elias Thorne grabbed her soft shoulder with his broad left hand to hold her back from the spill of crimson liquid. The brave general pulled his own steel blade, his face pale as he watched the scene above. The old dragon queen held the sleeping sun child close, her eyes filled with fresh dread.Luca gritted his teeth and pushed his leather boots firm against th

The massive hand made of red ice closed around the entire valley. Cold shadows blocked out the morning light, turning the warm sky into dark pitch black. The three red moons glowed with a sick purple light through the thick clouds. The broad fingers of the giant hand began to squeeze the mountain edges, crushing high rock spires into fine gray dust. Deep rumbles shook the whole kingdom as the earth cracked beneath the palace grounds.Luca stood on the golden glass stairs, looking up at the sky with steady brown eyes. He did not let fear freeze his broad shoulders or quiet his brave human spirit. He took three fast steps down the stairs to stand on the green grass beside Amelia. He grabbed her soft hand, giving her a tight reassuring squeeze. He looked at Elias Thorne, his mother, and the ancient sun queen. He told them that as long as they stood together, no cosmic ice would break their sweet home.Elias Thorne drew his heavy steel sword, his broad face full of firm determination. The