Spear

Jack held up the Shadow Lord’s ring and inspected it, casually fending off another shadow warrior with his sword at the same time. He’d noticed that the large stone in the ring had gone from inky black to crystal clear.

“If this is what the Shadow Lord uses to summon his dread beasties,” Jack mused, “I wonder what would happen if we destroyed it?”

“Using what?” Diego gasped. “Everything in here is trying to kill us!”

Jack looked around thoughtfully, and his gaze fell on the one thing in the cabin that was not moving.

A broad smile spread across his face. “Well, that should have been obvious.”

He seized the golden sun spear the Incas had given him. Maybe being sacred to the sun made it invulnerable to the shadows, but for whatever reason, it was not possessed. As Carolina and Diego fought back the creatures around him, Jack carefully placed the ring on the floor, lifted the spear high above his head, and brought it smashing down on the clear stone.

They all fell to their knees as a piercing shriek split the air. Jack watched with astonishment as shadows began flying back into the ring. As though they were being sucked back from the rest of the world, the shadows whirled through the windows and spiraled down into the crushed fragments of the stone, vanishing forever in a puff of black smoke.

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Day of the Shadow, Chapter 18