Apocalyptic Tribulation

John stood defiantly on top of the ruined formation platform, his eyes piercing down towards the Elders standing below him. The lightning had destroyed the formation binding him, once again freeing his body from the restrictions previously placed upon it.

The Bloodfiend Elder's stared in stunned disbelief that John was alive, and seemingly unharmed as he stood on the shattered formations platform, while the incredibly powerful Elder Praxx was no more than a charred pile of flesh.

'I could summon Thunderzen now, but I don't want him to get caught up in this. I'll save that trump card for last.'

John casually brushed some dirt off his shoulder before he inspected his body.

He raised his hand before his face, inspecting the slight damage to it. A small portion of flesh on his arm, neck, and back were slightly charred, while the rest of his skin was unharmed.