Holy Gods Spectating

"Can you picture it? An army of thousands of lv. 60's and lv. 50's marching onto Gilga, stampeding it to smithereens? What a glorious sight!"

Tralon was unsure what felt worse, the electric shock constantly coursing through his body or his heart tightening uncontrollably. Each was unbearable.

As Thyron continued to laugh and Tralon prepared to teleport away, they both heard the whistle of the wind.

Thyron jumped back and groaned in pain. Lightning Cage was instantly dropped as that arm of Thyron's pressed into his bleeding side. The spokesman took a few deep breaths and spied the latest combatant to join the battle.

"Tralon, are you--"

"I'm fine." Tralon rushed to his feet, coughing up some blood as he did so. "Be careful of his Lightning Cage and his earth type spells."

Without another word, Tralon teleported away in a flash of light.