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39. A Long Night

Tim and Silas were in trouble. They were the vanguard of the ammunition convoy, and they had just entered the town center when an immense bull on fire came charging straight at them.

“Tier 4!” Silas gasped.

“Brace!” Tim crouched, holding out his precious Tier 3 spear, praying against all odds that at least one of them might survive, at least one of the eight young boys behind him who went to get the spears might come out of this alive and finish the mission, because most certainly, he himself wasn’t going to make it…

But a miracle occurred.

Remian shouted, “Light!”

Before Tim could exclaim anything, a wall of light twice his height and much wider rose up in between him and the charging bull. There was a terrible, jarring impact; Tim could feel the ground sake under his boots from the crash.

But the Bull was stopped cold. It could not get even an inch past Remian’s light.

Silas let out all his breath in relief. “I

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