Gingka screamed as L-Drago sped towards him. He clung to the metal bars, the only thing standing between him and a long trip down. There was no escape. No hope for a miracle. Gingka screwed his eyes shut. This is it, he thought. It's all over now…
He felt the rush of heat as the Dark Move struck, heard the howling wind as it went by, and then… nothing. No pain. No noise. Nothing. Was he dead? The silence almost made him believe so, but his heartbeat was racing too fast. Gingka was pretty sure ghosts didn't have heartbeats. He opened his eyes. In front of him three glowing spirits – one blue, one purple, and one green – floated in the air.
Gingka's jaw dropped. "H-Hikaru! Tsubasa! Kyoya!"