598 Prides Collide

*Bzzt*

*Crackle*

*Bzzt*

After naming the weapon, Galtion noticed the sparks started coursing along the shaft once more. But this time, they didn't harm him.

On the contrary, he could feel their energy coursing through him.

With a grin, Galtion lowered his stance, gripping his spear in both hands. Then he stepped forward.

*Flash* *Boom*

A flash of blue-ish white light erupted inside the room, followed by a zigzagging of lightning and a sonic boom. And in the trajectory of the lightning, every Elf hit was suddenly husks of black, their form carbonized in an instant.

Galtion, who had been in the center of the room, was now at the edge of it, his eyes wide. He looked down at the spear in his hands, still crackling with blue blots of lightning.

"What the fuck?! This is amazing!"

He had never moved this fast. And the acceleration!

It had been instantaneous!