Rescue Pursuit

Chapter 8

"It's not too tight, right?" Josh asked about the rope that restrained Grant's arms as he dragged Grant to his dad's throne room.

"It's fine, fine enough to convince your dad that you're on his side?" Grant asked back.

Josh nodded, his expression a mix of determination and sorrow. "It should be convincing enough. Just make sure you don't get caught. My father is ruthless, and he won't hesitate to destroy anyone who stands in his way."

Grant glanced down at the rope binding his arms, trying to ignore the discomfort it caused. He was aware that the restraint had to look genuine, but the thought of deceiving Josh's father while planning to end him was a heavy burden. The weight of their plan and the looming confrontation filled him with dread.

As they approached the grand throne room, the massive doors loomed before them, adorned with intricate designs that spoke of ancient power and dark history. Josh glanced at Grant, a final, heartfelt look before pushing open the doors with a creak that echoed ominously through the cavernous space.

Inside, the throne room was vast and imposing, with high ceilings and dark stone walls. The throne itself was a towering structure of obsidian, dark and menacing, sitting at the far end of the room. The air was thick with a palpable sense of dread, and the room was lit by flickering torches that cast eerie shadows on the walls.

Sitting on the throne was Josh's father, a figure exuding an aura of malevolent power. His eyes, cold and calculating, turned to regard them as they entered. He was tall and imposing, dressed in dark robes that seemed to absorb the light around him.

"Well, well," the father's voice boomed, reverberating through the chamber. "It seems my son has finally brought me a gift."

Josh led Grant forward, his face a mask of resolve as he approached his father. The clear rock, now embedded in Grant's arm, was hidden under the cover of the rope. Grant's heart raced as he prepared for the confrontation, knowing that their plan was about to unfold.

"My lord," Josh said, his voice steady despite the tension. "I've brought the one who will help us achieve our goal. He's loyal to our cause."

The father's gaze swept over Grant, a cruel smile forming on his lips. "Excellent. I've been waiting for this moment. Prepare for the final stage of our plan."

Grant swallowed hard, his eyes meeting Josh's one last time. The trust and sadness in Josh's gaze gave him the strength he needed to carry out their plan. He hoped that their sacrifice would not be in vain and that the power they sought to harness would be enough to end the dark reign of Josh's father.

As the father's attention shifted, a giant white Quetzalcoatl suddenly came through the wall, and Ree and Willow rode on it. "GOOD EVENING, EVERYBODY! Grant, I have your greatsword here!!!" Ree screams.

"What's the meaning of this?!" Josh's dad yells as he shoots purple beams out of his hands to shoot the giant boulders that coming towards him.

Ree dropped the greatsword and at the right moment, it cut right in between Grant's arms, cutting the rope off. Grant looks up to see now grown-up Milky keep hitting the ceiling to drop more rubble on Josh's dad and Ree now on Willow's back, going around Josh's dad and aiming the already fallen rubbles towards him by Ree hitting it with an air pressure from his wind blade.

"Grant," Grant turns to Josh to see Josh smile at him. "You have to do it now," Josh said, referring to Grant's greatsword. Hesitantly, Grant pulled the greatsword out of the ground and held it up directly to Josh's heart.

Grant's heart pounded as he clutched the greatsword, its weight both a physical and emotional burden. The chaotic scene around him was a blur of movement and noise. Ree and Willow were engaged in a desperate struggle against Josh's father, who was now under siege from the falling rubble and the fierce attacks coming from the giant white Quetzalcoatl. Milky, transformed into a formidable force, continued to drop debris from above, and the air was thick with tension and urgency.