CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The massive fist briefly made visible by the purple lightning quickly faded back into darkness, but the image was still imprinted upon Bolt’s mind.
“What was that?” said Bolt, looking at the Midnight Menace.
The Midnight Menace’s red eyes flashed from within his helmet. “The Fist of the Gods. An ancient structure built eons ago by the original inhabitants of the Shadowlands. I believe it was a temple dedicated to whatever gods the inhabitants of this land once worshiped.”
“How do you know so much about it?” said Bolt in surprise.
The Midnight Menace shrugged. “Exploration. There are very few written works leftover from the people of the Shadowlands and even fewer which I can read. I’ve learned quite a bit about this place simply by exploring ruins, although it can b
