Excalibur, the Time Machine, and the Great King of Games Hard Rock Type Beat
The storm raged across the midnight sky, lightning carving jagged scars above the ancient fortress. Jack Davis hurled himself against the wind, clutching the rif—the shimmering relic that could bend time itself. “Jack, you should just get out of here,” Louie shouted, his voice echoing against the stone cliffs. “Take the rif back to your own time before Pegasus tightens his grip!” Jack’s jaw tightened. “No. I know what we have to do. And I have full faith in you, Louie. That castle belongs to Pegasus, but it won’t yield to brute force. We’ll have to earn our way in.” The fortress loomed ahead, its towers like spears piercing the heavens. Rumors whispered that Pegasus had stolen Excalibur itself, the blade of kings, and locked it deep within the castle vaults. Worse still, Jack’s grandfather was held prisoner inside, his fate tied to the stolen sword. Louie’s eyes gleamed with determination. “Then we’ll gather the star chips. Enough to prove...