Bwoooooooom!
The air burst violently with purple, crackling energy, rumbling the air and even the ground beneath them like a rising earthquake.
The bolt tore through the air and finally began to materialize above them like a layer of thin, swirling energy.
A quick air current rippled outward suddenly, blowing away the debris and remains of the destroyed warehouse on the ground. Dust, broken glass, pieces of concrete and metal—all were swept aside in an expanding circle, leaving a cleared space beneath the crackling energy bolt.
"It turns out it was a good thing the underlings' tournament was held in a secluded, hidden area," Ryder thought, glancing around at the devastation they had caused. "If it wasn't, then we might have attracted unwanted attention."
He ruffled his hair as he attempted to confirm if his hood was completely ripped off—and yes, it was. The night air felt cool against his exposed hair, a peaceful sensation after so long hidden beneath the hood.
