Ned raised the Butterfly endowed with his energy as the green menace of swirling energy covers its surface.
Gogmurch extended his right arm to Ned. Not wanting to let him go the third time. But his eyes widened as Ned held his ground against his grip over the Butterfly. Veins flooded his arm with his strength equaling even Napond.
"Wait!" Napond demanded with his hand raised to stop their advancing. "Something's not right."
Indeed, something wasn't quite right.
There they thought that the Ghostbloods were trying to free the magical beast inside the cage to cause even more chaos in the region. These beasts, which one already freed and left, were beasts that were too Unique, if not Rare, for their kind. There was nothing like Gogmurch anymore. Just what were the Hunters thinking of caging them?
Yet, Ned did not leave the battlefield even if his goal was accomplished. A goal which was supposed by both sides. But Ned was neither both.
