The Guild Of Shadows

Soul Battle

Valdimir turned to see Grover back on his feet: He was desperate in his movements; sitting, standing, squatting and even jumping. Anything that might work.

Grover had gotten up in shock seeing how fiercely Krystal was fighting. He was suffering several injuries, but pressed on regardless. He fought like a man at the edge of a crevice; fighting hard to stand strong. But weren’t they all?

Grover and Vladimir shared a glance at each other and then in unison they looked at Shambala, as though pleading with him to intervene. Their silent looks pleading with the powerful man to intervene.

“Is there anything that can be done to stop him while I try to master my artifact?”

“None”, he replied grimly.

“He has to either successfully stop himself, or die trying to kill the beast who will only rise stronger and smarter.”

Grover noted the grim look on Shambala’s face as answered them that there was nothing he could do. That was very unlike him.

But then again these were very strange circumstance