The storm had descended upon the city. Great furious winds howled like Jacob had never heard. Arrows, surrounded by some otherworldly cerulean magic shield seared through the air, and upon striking the rocky ground, a great explosion shot up, the flames licking the clouds.
Grandiose rock capsules sliced through the foggy atmosphere like comets, destroying the barrier between Saurocroth’s world and ours. Saurocroth was using all his sly tricks to use whatever was around him as a weapon. And some were very deadly weapons.
Meanwhile, Jacob was concentrating on closing the rift between the two dimensions. He reached deep within him, and all around him, grasping all the power and knowledge he could hold, and splaying it all upon the two openings between the worlds. He groped through the atmosphere, pulling out the small seeds of truth and power from the rich soil from which they had grown, allowing it to flow around him.
Once he had gathered enough, he spread it all upon the walls between our dimensions, making the hole smaller and smaller. Finally, his arduous task was nigh complete. As the aura flowed from his hands, sealing off both worlds completely, he gasped. A giant flare, raging with green flames, thundered like a great comet of fire towards the newly constructed wall.
The projectile was followed by a myriad army of others like it, blasting and careening against the barrier. It broke under the sudden onslaught. Monsters, ghouls, all kinds of horrid beasts leaked from Saurocroth’s doorway, and before Jacob could do anything, entered theirs.
Their long, scaly arms swiped ferociously at the humans, as if eager to fulfill some dark task. Arrows whistled and thunked into their targets. Stones were flung wildly from leather slings, plunging through the doorway and hitting the oncoming barrage of horrors.
And between it all, was the sad boy who had failed his friends. Jacob didn’t know why his friends even liked him. Everything he ever did or tried never worked. He couldn’t even construct a small wall between realms.
Although his inner voice told him to stay down, keep low, huddled in a little ball, wondering what was happening, he got to his feet. Something had to be done. And he figured he could help in doing it.