Chapter 21 The Battefield

• In response, the dark enemy showed no visible reaction to the warrior's words. It seems that his joke had reached that point. Now, he no longer liked Max's response. The dark energy of this enemy has intensified, as if the air itself vibrates with his magic. Max felt the ring on his finger begin to pulse, just like a racing heart would, and a warm current of energy ran through his body. He knew that he stood on the brink of fighting an epic battle, a fight that would not only determine his fate, but would also determine the fate of his and his world.
• The ground beneath his feet begins to crack, his threads levitate in the air, suspended by the intensity of the energy emanating from him. The sky, already tinted with an ominous reddish tone, darkened even more, appearing to be the same night that has quickly arrived. The clouds spun into a massive vortex, and deafening thunder rumbled from the distance, announcing that the battle has begun.
• Max braced himself, adjusting his warrior stance, feeling the magic of his ring flow through him. Then, he closed his eyes for a moment, searching for the calm inside him, the same one he has found through having reunited with his grandmother and having accepted the guardians' forgiveness for his mistake, and having forgiven himself in addition.