In A New League Of Power

Chapter 17

The winds howled across the barren landscape of Warworld, carrying with them the acrid scent of machinery and the distant rumble of war machines. Above us, Mongul’s warship loomed like a predator, its massive cannons glowing with a menacing light. We stood together—Kara, Volcana, and I—ready to face whatever horrors the tyrant would unleash upon us.

“Kara, you take to the sky and draw their fire,” I instructed, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. “Volcana, you and I will handle any ground forces. We need to find a way onto that ship and take Mongul down.”

Kara nodded, determination etched on her face. “Got it. Stay safe, both of you.”

She shot into the air, a blur of blue and red, and immediately the ship’s cannons pivoted to track her. The sky lit up with beams of energy as she darted between them, using her speed and agility to outmaneuver the attacks.

Volcana’s hands ignited with flames as she turned to me, a fierce grin on her face. “Let’s make this count.”

I returned her grin, then focused on the horizon where a squad of Warworld’s mechanical warriors was rapidly approaching. These were Mongul’s enforcers, towering machines bristling with weapons designed to kill anything in their path. Their metal bodies glinted in the dim light, each step shaking the ground as they advanced.

“Here they come,” I said, bracing myself.

Volcana didn’t wait for them to get close. With a flick of her wrist, she sent a wave of fire cascading toward the machines. The flames engulfed the first row of enforcers, melting metal and short-circuiting their systems. Sparks flew as the machines collapsed, but more took their place, undeterred by the destruction of their comrades.

I reached out with my telekinesis, grabbing hold of one of the enforcers and crushing it with a forceful twist of my hand. The metal crumpled under the pressure, but as I turned to take out another, the ground beneath us began to shake violently.

“What now?” Volcana shouted over the noise.

Before I could respond, the earth split open, and from the chasm emerged a massive drill-like machine, its surface covered in spinning blades and weaponry. The drill whirred to life, tearing through the ground as it barreled toward us.

“We need to get out of here!” I yelled, grabbing Volcana by the arm and lifting us both into the air with my telekinesis just as the drill reached our position. It narrowly missed us, carving a deep trench where we had stood moments before.

From above, I could see that the drill was just the tip of the iceberg. More machines were emerging from the ground, each one larger and more deadly than the last. Warworld was mobilizing its full arsenal against us.

“This isn’t going to end until we get to Mongul,” Volcana said, her voice grim. “We need a way onto that ship.”

I scanned the sky, searching for Kara. She was still dodging the ship’s fire, but the barrage was relentless. We needed to act fast, or we’d be overwhelmed.

“There!” I pointed to a docking bay on the side of the ship, temporarily exposed as a smaller craft exited. “That’s our way in. Can you hold them off while I get us close?”

Volcana nodded, her flames intensifying. “Just get us there.”

I focused all my power on lifting us higher, straining against the gravitational pull of Warworld. The air grew thin as we ascended, but I pushed through the discomfort. We had to make it.

Below us, the enforcers continued to fire, but Volcana kept them at bay with a barrage of flame and molten projectiles. The docking bay grew closer, and with one final surge of effort, I propelled us inside just as the doors began to close.