Bab 447: Game is over

The tiny arcs of energy snaked through the air, their movements unpredictable yet mesmerizing. They flickered and shimmered, casting fleeting shadows on the charred remains of the surrounding landscape. The lingering crackles echoed like a chorus of miniature thunder, punctuating the aftermath of the devastating explosion.

"How about another?" Vangel suddenly appeared while floating in the air, feeling good that their positions had changed.

"That is the best idea, I have heard today," Aion said while smiling. "Let's go, fire it again. This time, I will take it like a champ."

Vangel furrowed his brow, his gaze narrowing as he observed Aion. Despite the battered state of Aion's body, the wounds that marred his form, and the remnants of melted armor clinging to his being, his eyes had an absolute determination. It was a resolve that seemed to defy logic, pushing him to endure despite the overwhelming odds stacked against him.