The explosion was so bright that it blinded everyone in the chamber. The floor cracked, the walls shattered; the ground itself collapsed for miles.
When the light finally faded from the place, the Golden Dragon was gone.
Its body had been torn apart by Garuda's wind blade, its scales scattered across the chamber like golden confetti, deadder than dead.
The Clan Leader stood in the centre of the destruction, his robes torn, his face pale, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"No," he whispered. "No, no, no. This can't be happening. My boy, where is my boy..."
Tobias descended slowly, Garuda landing beside him with a soft thud.
"It's over," he said quietly. "You lost."
The Clan Leader's face twisted with rage. "I won't accept this," he screamed. "I won't!! Goldy, I know you are playing with me!! Come out and help!!"
He raised his hand, but nothing happened. His power was gone, his Terra Beast was gone, and his authority was gone too.
