Vine Morphing

"Micheal!" A scream rang out of my mouth as the audience behind me gasped in shock. 

I saw my son getting attacked by the Golden lightning, which could kill hundreds of Kings in an instant.

The old monsters had let me and my husband came near the forcefield, but they had hidden from the view, as seeing my face might disturb my son, and the slightest loss of concentration could make him lose his life.

I gripped my husband's hands as I saw thick Golden Lightning covering my son; such a powerful attack is enough to reduce any King to ashes.

Old monsters have said that this formation Grimm monsters had cast on the forcefield could nullify the power of the amulets; no amulets would work under it.

I have hope for my son's survival; he had that shield, even in its weakened state, it should be able to protect Micheal.