"Is that all you've got, old man? I expected more from the mighty Patriarch of the Jetlensr Family. For you to fall to the shockwave of my attack and a direct hit from my brother's Cannon, how pitiful you must feel." Slashing away several more incoming spells, Cynrik sneered and spoke.
Behind him, Brance struggled to deflect any stray attacks coming his way but kept close enough to his brother to cut a path through the dense Light Mana cloud that had consumed the hole's depths.
"How…how is this possible? You are but a mere Tier-3 ant, and I…."
BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM!
Lithlen's words were cut off by the sound of his spells crashing against the hole's walls in the distance.
"How? Well, that's simple." With a flourish of his kodachis, Cynrik revealed the sinister black glow coating the edges of his weapons.