Excerpt from Volume 4: Theater in the Ruins
Fist could feel the ancient blood of his ancestors heating up inside his veins. He could feel his strength building in his muscles, but for what? He was trapped inside the net and outside there were a hundred barbarians and a couple score of diseased dogs waiting to rip him apart.
Fist heard a noise on the stage and he looked to see what it came from. A great cloud had formed overhead and it was rumbling with malevolent turbulence. Ulyah looked up just as a bolt of lightning, dark and unnatural, shot downward in a zig-zagging path and struck the golden armored knight. Ulyah was paralyzed and enshrouded in a pinkish-purple haze of energy and Lyrum was cackling wildly.
The haze formed as a nebulous material oozing all around him crackling with sparks of light within. The golden armored warrior swung his sword but it could not cut him free of the haze that seemed to imprison and weaken him.
The barbarians jeered at the knight who appeared defeated while Fist grew even more agitated as he witnessed the scene. What had taken hold of Lyrum and possessed him to do such wretched things? His veins surged with power and his muscles flexed as he tried to burst free of the net.
Something else caught Fist’s eye and upon one of the stone pillars that surrounded the amphitheatre, there was the black raven watching over the show . . . . .
– by J.Wade Harrell,