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Full Throttle Heart - 16 - Light and Shadow

[Theme Song — "Hātofurusurottoru" by Gunpowder Audition — Full Throttle Heart, season 1]

[Montage of Truck-kun fighting the Undead Legions of Liquid Shadow]

We spend our days dreaming

Stirring in our sleep

Driving through our lives!

Full of octane gas

Open throttle (we're gonna crash!)

Can't stop this feeling (in my heart)

Fiercest, only, auto-kun... Truck-kun (Truck-kun!)

Fiercest, only, auto-kun... Truck-kun (Truck-kun!)

Full of octane gas

Open throttle (we're gonna last!)

Can't stop this feeling (in my heart)

Approaching certain victory

Fight the power (unleash the power!)

Drown out all the cheering fans

Defeat evil that controls the land

~

[The camera follows our adventurers closely as they walk through the darkness of the Cursed Lands. Truck-kun drives slowly through the forest, while Gabriel and Morden walk beside him. Al rides on the side mirror. Phoebe the Phoenix circles above them, like a beacon.

[A glow rises in the distance. The twisted trees give way to a grassy ridge. And there, sprawling before them, lay the Last Allied Encampment—a chaotic quilt of tents, wagons, and makeshift walls stitched together by banners, bonfires, and sheer, exhausted hope.]

Morden gasped. "We made it."

Truck-kun and Gabriel looked down with solemn reverence.

Phoebe called down, "This is the gathering of the last true resistance. The Guilds of Light, the Orders of Accord, and the Freelances of West Bumbersnatch... all united at last. And every one of them ready to face Gormangach."

[The camera follows Phoebe as she rises into the sky. At the far end of the battlefield, Gormangach's Tower rises from the earth like a blackened tusk. Jagged and spiraling, covered in living obsidian and dripping with liquid shadow, it leans as though always moments from collapse but never quite enough to fall. A dome of oily inverted light pulses slowly at its base: the anti-magic field.]

Al grumbled from the window, his voice as hoarse as a slipping transmission. "We survived a haunted forest of nightmare roots and watery shadows... and that was just the warm-up? Delightful."

[The heroes make haste down the hill and into the encampment, earning looks from everyone in their path—most of it directed at Truck-kun. Knights pointed. Wizards stared. A group of bards began sketching furiously.]

Gabriel waved graciously. "We are but humble knights ready to join the cause. ...No, you may not ride him."

Meanwhile, Morden exclaimed, "That's the Order of the Slightly Unhinged! Their capes are reinforced with spell-silk! And—oh! The Sigilwrights of the Ninth Fold! And—wait—is that the Veiled Assembly of Luminary Theurge-Scribes? They've assembled everyone for this battle!"

Truck-kun rumbled, "The Slightly Unhinged? Are all of these guilds reputable?"

Phoebe swooped slow flew over a line of soldiers. "Their reputations are well-earned. These are the last scholars of the old ways. The frontline keepers of magic's flame."