Chapter 6
Fairon raced through the shadows in terror, pursued by Brominax. Dawn was soon going to break over the arena, and at any moment, he knew, the powerful golden Kodax would catch and kill him. He could see the rage in Brominax's eyes already, just from here.
Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, and Brominax shoved him aside. Fairon saw a flash of dark armor rise up to meet Brominax.
Antidax.
All at once, two other beings appeared from the shadows, fighting three Kodax. A fourth Kodax, armed with a spear, stood behind them, cringing in fear as the powerful Noctian descended upon them. Fairon lifted his sword to defect a Kodax's spear and raced toward the shadows. Antidax and Brominax had disappeared into the shadows, locked in combat, and the three green Kodax were swiftly overwhelming the Noctian and the other Kodax.
"Run!" yelled Leviathos. Fairon could see Phoenix was racing toward them from across the clearing. Lifting a spear, she flung it at Fairon, who fired a burst of elemental light from his fingertips and shattered the spear into shards. Then he turned and raced after Leviathos and Fyxan without a second thought, away from the Kodax.
"I didn't know…there were so many Kodax in the arena," Fairon gasped to Leviathos when they were a safe distance away.
"Valtrahk has a Kanohi Mohtrek," said Leviathos grimly. "He can create however many he needs."
"I can't believe Fyxon betrayed us," said Fyxan, his voice shaky.
"I can," said Leviathos. "I hope Brominax kills him and Antidax before the Kodax take him down. That one has a coward's streak wider than a mile."
"So where shall we go now?" asked Fairon. "Where can we run?"
"There is only one place we can go to escape the Kodax, which could swiftly become an army now that Valtrahk has a Mohtrak," said Fyxan. "The mountain"
Fyxan gestured to the mountain that would soon become a volcano.
Isran raced through the forest in a mad terror, hasty to escape the sinister, gliding shadow that was drawing ever closer. But there was no escape from the Blood Summoner, as the unfortunate Glatorian was about to find out.
He'd almost survived the night in the arena. If he could just escape the Makuta that pursued him like a primal nightmare, he would have lived for three days. But Isran knew that he could not outrun this being. For the Blood Summoner was fear itself, death itself!
Isran could feel the shadows in his wake. Chill cold ran through his veins, replacing the usual warmth there as the Blood Summoner drew closer. His aura of raw terror washed over Isran. The hapless Glatorian tried to scream, but his lungs filled with blood, choking off the sound with a strangled gasp.
Isran closed his eyes, trying desperately to hide the face of the Blood Summoner from him before death took him. But he could do nothing to escape those cold red eyes of death that followed him.
Then the cold talons of the Blood Summoner wrapped around his heart, and Isran convulsed. Blood poured from his mouth and eyes and chest where the Makuta had torn a wound, but Isran continued to try to scream until at last he could no longer breathe, and drowned beneath a pool of his own blood.
Makuta Serrkaan dropped the lifeless lump that had once been Isran and glided away silently to find his next victim.