Unveiling the Concealed Battle: The Team's Daring Escape from the Puppet Master's Trap
"Your lightning cannot harm me, I will admit, I was not expecting a Nephilim to appear here out of all places, but you are simply not powerful enough to go against me."
"If I was a newly evolved Tier VI, perhaps you would have a chance, but I'm not." Avargan said with a smile as Reign let go of his swords, allowing them to levitate next to him.
He extended his arms forward and lightning gathered as Avargan sighed.
"Arrogance is the downfall of many powerful and talented men, it seems that Nephilims are not exempt from it either."
"It will do nothing to me, your lightning cannot reach me, so why not use your other abilities instead?" Avargan asked as he calmly stood in the air and waited for Reign to finish his attack.
He wasn't attacking him, he wasn't doing anything, simply waiting.
As for Reign, he had gathered the mana in his hands and put them as close to each other as possible. Right now, he looked like he was holding a ball in his hands.