What Must Be Done

The boy with the spear in his chest remained suspended in the shadows of the dim cave, his expression frozen in one of horror.

But he wasn’t Chadstone, who had stepped out from behind the boy, still clad in enemy armor.

The spear slipped from Dakshana’s hands. Chadstone’s gaze was unreadable.

“I managed to buy us time between challenges,” he said, “but just this once. You know what must be done now, don’t you? What you must do to defeat the others.”

The boy with the spear in his chest was still bleeding.

Before Dakshana could speak, the world dissolved.