"It surprises me that anything could take the Protector off guard after forty years of this mess." Luka admits. "You'd think he'd be familiar with everything those monsters are capable of by now, but I guess he isn't."

Luka stirs his drink with its provided straw, the colors of the beverage swirling inside the glass as he does.

"It must make him vulnerable at the very least." He says, lowering his voice to a whisper. "He did tell us that the only way to kill him or the Wizard was when they were pulled into the real world."