Chapitre 1201: The One Left Standing (15)

POW!

For Tulnas, the blow couldn't have been anything less than the mightiest burst of thunder he had ever heard proceed a streak of lightning.

He gawked at the two figures that had suddenly appeared in the empty streets of Surloin, which had been swarmed by frantic souls only a minute ago. The trembling of the world, shattering noises crackling from every direction imaginable, had cast everyone in the small stronghold of a town into their homes, with Tulnas and other able combatants stationing themselves outside for what they expected to be another Great Trembling.

But it wasn't.

It was worse.

A second ago, Tulnas had been rendered completely immobile by some invisible sludge that seemed to have manifested all over Pelian at the very least (he imagined). He had no way of fighting back if something monstrous attacked. He was helpless. Only his eyes were livid with motion.