Beyond the Veil (Threw My eyes book 2)

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The dense forest around them was eerily silent as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows that danced with the impending twilight.

Lance stood at the forefront, his muscles tense, his senses heightened.

He glanced at his comrades, each one resolute, ready for the battle ahead.

Good Lotor, in his majestic white tiger form, Romelle, sleek and stealthy as a jaguar, and Adam, the powerful and loyal silver wolf, flanked him.

"Stay close, and remember the plan," Lance's voice was a low rumble, filled with determination as his body began to shift.

His bones elongated, muscles rippling beneath his skin until he stood as a massive blue lion, flesh and blood, his eyes burning with an inner fire.

The Paladins, now on foot, as they had left the robotic lions behind, formed a protective circle around their Lance and the other shifters.

Keith, Shiro, Pidge, Hunk, and Allura each carried the weight of their responsibilities, their hearts beating in unison with the urgency of the moment. They moved through the forest, their steps silent but purposeful.

As they approached the clearing where Bad Lotor had made his lair, the air grew thick with an oppressive darkness.

The trees seemed to whisper warnings, their leaves rustling with unseen dread. Lance's heart pounded in his chest, the instinctive fear battling with his resolve.

Suddenly, the ground shook, and a monstrous figure emerged from the shadows. Bad Lotor, in his horrifying fusion form of a black tiger and dark bear, loomed over them. His shadow powers seeped into the ground, spreading like a malignant disease.

Behind him, a group of brainwashed pride mates, their eyes vacant and movements mechanical, stood ready to attack.

"Welcome, Lance," Bad Lotor's voice dripped with malice, his eyes locking onto the blue lion. "I've been expecting you."

Lance growled, his mane bristling as he stepped forward, but the darkness coiled around him, dragging him down. His friends taced forwards lanching their own attacks in an atempt to free him.

The battle began with a ferocity that took Lance's breath away.

 Good Lotor leapt at his darker counterpart, claws slashing through the air.

Romelle and Adam darted in and out, their agility and strength a perfect counterbalance to the brute force of Bad Lotor.

The Paladins fought with everything they had, their unity a testament to their bond.

The brainwashed pride mates attacked with relentless precision, their movements eerily synchronized.

Lance's heart ached as he recognized familiar faces among them, their once bright eyes now dull and lifeless. He hesitated for a moment, but the urgency of the battle forced him to push forward.

Each strike from Bad Lotor and his minions siphoned their energy, draining their hope.

Lance struggled against the shadows that sought to imprison him, his roars of defiance echoing through the forest.

He saw his friends faltering, the overwhelming power of their enemies pushing them to the brink.

In a moment of horror, Lance felt a searing pain as Bad Lotor's claws tore into his side, the darkness wrapping around his wound, amplifying the agony. He fell to the ground, the world spinning around him as he tried to rise.

"Lance!" Keith's voice was filled with panic, his eyes wide with fear as he rushed to his mate's side.

Bad Lotor laughed, a chilling sound that sent shivers down their spines. "This is the end, Lance. With you gone, the resistance and Voltron falls apart. You are the key, and I will destroy you."

Allura, her eyes wide with terror, stood beside Keith, her hand gripping her brother's paw. "No, Lotor! You won't take him from us again!"

Bad Lotor sneered, his shadows pressing in. "Try and stop me cause this time he wont return."