196 A short Break 1

The battle raged on, and the clock ticked its last five seconds. Everyone really thought that Tor would make it, but Gorm was determined to take them all in that last tick of the clock.

It took a leap back and bent its body backward until the tip of its sword touched the ground. Dark hues of energy gathered in its metallic frame before it burst into a blinding light. A dark wave of beam shot forth from its sword when it strikes its blade forward with all its might.

The powerful energy traveled in a straight line, creating destruction in its path.

Tor didn't have any skill to escape the incoming attack. The only respite he had before dying was the thought that Gorm's AoE attack didn't claim any life except his.

"Shit!"

"Leader!"

Waves of cries percolated inside the dome, and Nikolai steeled himself as he took the aggro back on him once more.