330 A New Beginning

The eastern gate was looking a little worse for wear. The battered iron door hanging loosely by its hinges had clearly seen better days.

The floor was sticky with a layer of dried blood. The evening sun cast a golden hue over an enormous 30-foot-tall duck.

An epic battle had just taken place here. The road leading up to the gates was completely ripped up and slick with a layer of blood that filled the air with a metallic tang.

Without mercy, Goldie casually trampled a couple of water monsters into a fine mince under its foot. There were a couple of huge rocks in its way. With a single kick, Goldie sent them flying miles away.

Every line and curve of its muscular stature was pristinely defined, as though it had been carved out of marble. The tattoos on its chest rippled as it breathed, like waves gleaming brightly in the midday sun.

There were more water monsters out there, but they were all looking fearfully at Goldie.