Final Blows

Hubert had felt it—a burst of energy that signified Turai's breakthrough. From miles away, he sensed the distinct power surge, a beacon of strength that only one person could have produced. He had immediately set off toward it, knowing it had to be Turai, but unaware of the danger his young ally was facing.

As Hubert neared the source of the energy, his magical perception began to pick up something else—two domineering energies pressing against each other. They weren't just Turai's; there was another, darker presence clashing with the boy. His heart sank.

'So there's a battle underway…'

Hubert was a Wanderer of the Fourth Realm—the Purple Realm. In the hierarchy of magic users, he knew where he stood, but the energy surging ahead was different, stronger than his own.