Harlon roared in frustration as he was forced to step backward, narrowly avoiding a Meck that lunged for his exposed neck.
He was nearing his limit. Fighting blind, unbalanced by Alvaro's dead weight, and defending two unconscious people against countless psychic predators was an impossible, draining task.
His sword strikes were becoming slower, his aura flickering with exhaustion.
With a final, desperate snarl, Harlon decided he couldn't wait for Erowen to wake up. He needed a solution, now.
He quickly pulled an object from his Dimensional Ring.
He retrieved a small, circular glowing yellow pendant, its surface faintly carved with sunburst patterns.
Gripping the pendant tightly in his fighting hand, Harlon momentarily ceased his sword strikes and pushed all his remaining aura, every ounce of energy left in his body, into the artifact.
The pendant responded instantly. It flared to life, glowing with an intense, golden heat that felt searing against Harlon's palm.
