The letter stated that time was running out, and their forces were being decimated by the enemy. Ged didn't know if he would survive the situation and, as his final wish, asked that they take care of his little Toco-Toco.
Golden read the letter carefully, his golden eyes blazing with restrained fury. His jaw tightened, and without a word, he decided to act immediately. Before heading to the battlefield, he gave Toco-Toco a clear order: "Stay in the castle. Do not leave under any circumstances."
The young cat nodded, though his ears trembled slightly with worry. Golden didn't wait another moment and bolted toward the front, moving so fast that he appeared as a golden flash streaking across the horizon.
Upon arriving at the battlefield, what he saw filled him with both rage and sorrow. His soldiers, the brave animals of Avocios's army, lay dying on the ground, covered in wounds and blood. At the sight of him, some weakly lifted their heads, murmuring in barely audible voices: "It's him! It's Lord Golden! He's come to save us!"
Golden approached them in steady steps, his gaze reflecting a mix of pain and determination. "Rest now, friends. I'll take care of this," he said calmly but with an authoritative tone. The felines smiled faintly, closing their eyes for the last time with peaceful expressions on their faces.
With supernatural speed, Golden moved across the field until he found Ged. The general was gravely wounded, surrounded by other generals who were also struggling to stay conscious.
"My lord Golden," Ged whispered in a broken voice, his words barely audible. "I'm sorry… we couldn't defeat or hold back the enemy. I am a disgrace to you..."
"Be at peace, old friend," Golden replied solemnly, placing a paw on the black cat's shoulder. "I'm here now. I will end this."
Ged smiled weakly, his eyes gleaming with gratitude. "Thank you, my lord… I see you read my letter. My little Toco-Toco is safe then…"
"I promise you, your sacrifice will not be in vain," Golden said firmly.
A moment later, Ged exhaled his final breath, joining the other generals who had already fallen. Golden closed his eyes for a brief moment, absorbing the loss before reopening them with a spark of pure wrath. It was time to act.
Golden surged forward like lightning toward the enemy army, his figure enveloped in a golden aura that radiated immense power. With overwhelming telekinetic force, he began sweeping away entire rows of Tejod's soldiers, sending them flying like leaves in a storm.
"Who is that damn guy in golden armor?" some of the enemies shouted, stunned by his power.
"Hit him with everything you've got!" Rufalus roared upon seeing the newcomer, his voice dripping with contempt.
But Golden was relentless. With unmatched speed and precision, he blocked arrows and explosions with his mind while launching energy-charged punches at anyone who dared approach. One by one, the enemies fell defeated. Soon, he reached Rufalus, who attempted to face him but was struck down with a single devastating blow, charged with anger and grief. Rufalus flew meters away, collapsing defeated on the ground.
Without their main leader, the Red Shadows' soldiers panicked, begging for mercy as they retreated.
"Who is that?" growled Mejod, the purple badger, advancing toward Golden with the intent to strike. But before he could land a single blow, Golden repelled him with a flick of his mind, sending him flying several meters to crash hard against the ground.
Mejod staggered to his feet, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. "Bah!" he snorted, trying to mask his weakness.
One of his soldiers nervously interjected, "Are you alright, Lord Mejod?"
"It's nothing, soldier. I'm fine," Mejod replied firmly, though his words sounded slightly forced, as if he were trying to convince himself as much as the others. On the outside, he maintained his usual mask of seriousness and disdain, but inside, a faint fear was beginning to grow, twisting like a shadow he couldn't entirely ignore.
Golden, however, was completely consumed by his fury. He had lost his friends, his comrades-in-arms—more than just soldiers; they were family to him. And now, he had no intention of showing mercy to anyone.
Blajon charged at Golden, wielding his sword fiercely. But Golden gave him no quarter. With a swift and precise motion, he shattered Blajon's sword into pieces and drove one of the fragments directly into the badger's eye.
"Damn you, golden one!" roared Blajon, collapsing to the ground as he writhed in agony.
Blaget, seeing his leader injured, ordered his men to fire at Golden. "Aim and shoot! Now!" he shouted while rushing to Blajon's side to assist him.
From his strategic position, Tejod observed everything calmly. Surrounded by more soldiers protecting him, he said with disdain, "You're a bunch of fools… and still, you can't defeat a single opponent."
Golden, still standing amidst the chaos, breathed heavily, his golden armor gleaming under the dim light of the battlefield. But before he could advance toward Tejod, something sinister emerged from behind one of the enemy vehicles.
Golden felt a chill run through his body, as if the air itself had been charged with a strange and unsettling energy. He furrowed his brow, his senses on high alert, detecting something out of place—something he couldn't see but that made his fur bristle. Cautiously, he decided to halt his advance toward Tejod, pausing for a moment to assess the situation. "Something isn't right here…" he murmured to himself, his voice barely a whisper as he slowly turned his head, scanning for any sign of danger.
From massive cages, horrifying creatures began to emerge: the Tropogax, humanoid beasts fused with the Green Lemon race, known for their savage and destructive nature. These creatures were gigantic, with enormous muscular arms and tusks as sharp as those of a walrus. Their eyes burned with infernal fire, and thick cables crisscrossed their bodies, evidence of the blend of technology and dark magic that kept them active. They appeared utterly mindless, driven by nothing but the urge to destroy everything in their path.
"Well, let's try the Tropogax," said Tejod with a cruel smile, signaling one of the Vichus to release the beasts.
As soon as they were unleashed, one of the Tropogax crushed the Vichus who had opened its cage, leaving a pool of blood on the ground. The soldier's scream echoed across the battlefield before being reduced to silence.
"Ah! I almost forgot," added Trebolg from his flying machine, launching metallic collars that were automatically attached to the creatures' necks. A massive electric charge coursed through their bodies, forcing them into obedience.
"Good, now that I have them under control, it's time for them to obey Lord Tejod and eliminate that golden-armored individual," declared Trebolg with a mocking laugh.
The Tropogax advanced with heavy steps, destroying everything in their path. They made no distinction between allies or enemies; they simply obliterated whatever was in front of them. Their thirst for destruction was palpable, and their eyes burned with demonic fury.
The Shadow armies began retreating quickly, fleeing from the reach of the beasts. Only Golden remained steadfast, facing them without hesitation.
"I'm not afraid of you," Golden muttered as the creatures slowly approached, surrounding him.
With an explosive burst of energy, Golden unleashed powerful blows against the creatures, using both his physical strength and telekinetic abilities. Each strike was devastating, sending the beasts flying meters away from him. However, to his surprise, they rose again, each time with an even greater hunger for hatred and vengeance.
"Damn it! What kind of monsters are these?" exclaimed Golden, frustrated as he realized neither his punches nor his weapon attacks could finish them off. Despite the brutal blows, the beasts kept advancing, relentless.
"Alright, let's move forward," Tejod ordered his forces, who were quickly reorganizing before pressing ahead with renewed determination.
"Finally," Troba murmured, watching as the enemy troops began to move again.
Blajon, with a bandage covering his injured eye, gritted his teeth with contained rage. "Damn golden being… I hope you survive, because I'll kill you with my own hands for what you did to me," he growled, his voice dripping with hatred.
"Don't worry, sir. The Tropogax will kill him on the spot," assured Blaget, crossing his arms with a confident smile.
"Yes, you're right. That scum won't stand a chance," replied Blajon, though his tone remained bitter. "I'd stay to watch the show, but Tejod has other plans."
Golden, seeing that Tejod's entire army continued its advance, frowned. "Hey! Where are you going?" he shouted, trying to follow them. However, the Tropogax—twenty enormous and ferocious beasts—blocked his path with an earsplitting roar. Their imposing bodies formed an insurmountable barrier, and their eyes burned with inhuman rage.
Golden looked at them with fierce determination, his golden eyes gleaming with a mix of anger and resolve. He knew there was no turning back; every fiber of his being was committed to the battle before him. "First, I must destroy you, beasts," he muttered through clenched teeth, his voice low but filled with conviction, like a restrained growl. "If I want to move forward, nothing will stop me."
Taking a deep breath, he prepared to face the creatures once more. His stance radiated confidence, though inside, he knew these beasts were unlike any enemy he had faced before. Every deliberate movement, every tensed muscle, showed that he was ready to fight until his limits were pushed to the brink.
Meanwhile, in the palace, Avocios sat on his throne, eyes closed, with a serene expression on his face. The air in the room was thick, charged with an almost tangible energy. Suddenly, the doors of the hall swung open wide, revealing a figure entering with determined steps.
"Good, you answered my call, my sixth guardian," said Avocios, opening his eyes, his voice resonating like a deep echo in the chamber.