He clapped his grandson on the shoulder, the gesture heavy. "Guard your post well. Don't let anyone who shouldn't be here get anywhere near the restricted zone. That is your duty."
Luke's face grew serious. "Yes, Grandfather! I understand!"
...
BOOM!
Another deep, muffled boom erupted from the restricted zone upstream. The sound seemed more focused than the last few, and its echo lingered a little longer in the valley.
And deep within the heavily guarded canyon, the reality of the scene was far more astonishing than any of the laborers could have imagined.
HUM!
The air let out a low hum, as if strained to its limit.
A streak of dark gold light, carrying a power and speed so pure it was terrifying, slammed violently into a steep, iron-gray cliff face dozens of paces away!
It was not any known siege engine, nor was it some mysterious Secret Technique wielded by a Lord.
It was Murphy's Flying Sword.
