The Price of Victory
***Arin's POV***
With a thunderclap, my father's fist struck Dark-Jaxon in the face. The new Shadow King flew backward and collided with three trees, before stopping. My eyes were unbelievable. Dad was here. He had returned after all these years.
"Stay behind me, Arin," Dad said, without turning to face me. His voice sounded just as I had dreamed. Powerful and defending.
Dark-Jaxon laughed while wiping black blood from his mouth. "An additional hero? How dull. Like I'm going to kill everyone else, I'll kill you too."
"You can try," Dad said coolly. Around his hands, silver light started to glow. "But you'll discover that I'm more difficult to defeat than you believe."
At that moment, I noticed something odd. Dad's hands had a silver light that was just like mine. However, how could that have happened?