The Dark Side

Donaero's shield absorbed the impact with a gleaming pulse that rippled across the dome's surface. The Old Keeper groaned with frustration, feeling the familiar sting of anger rising as he faced the Rebels once again. The last encounter had been a miserable one, and he swore this one would be different.

As the energy crackled and dispersed, Donaero released the shield, shifting all his focus toward the fast-approaching figures. Their mode of transportation glided smoothly over the ground like hoverboards, barely touching the surface, moving with unsettling speed.