In the distant skies of the planet Zordrix, the air grew still.
The once-thunderous cheers of the Jaldir people—the proud race who had placed their hopes in the Skyclaw Brotherhood—died in their throats.
Their eyes, wide with disbelief, were fixed on the swirling projections in the sky, showing the scene of devastation in the maze.
There, their hero, Velros Skybreaker, the unstoppable leader of the Skyclaw Brotherhood, had fallen.
The mighty Minotaur's club had struck him down, and his body lay motionless, crumpled under the force of the blow.
Gasps erupted through the crowd.
Mothers clutched their children, shielding their faces from the horror of what they had just witnessed.
The elderly Jaldir, who had once proudly told tales of Velros's rise to glory, stood silent, their lips quivering, unable to process what they had just seen.
"Velros..." one of them whispered, barely audible. "It can't be..."