A strange black figure ran around like a breezing wind through the fallen buildings. Even Michael had a difficult time keeping up with the figure's speed. He stepped in front of Gaya, shielding her with his body. Standing behind Michael, Gaya felt like she could face the entire world itself.
"Ghost," Michael heard a hiss. The voice was eerie and spooky. Michael remained calm.
"You survived," The figure hissed once again. Gaya turned around, pressed her back against Michael, and watched his back. Nightmare watched Michael's left side. They prepared themselves for another battle. Only Michael knew the figure circling them was a Fusion Stage warrior. His senses told Michael the figure was stronger than the Wise Dragon itself.
"Ghost…"
"I am getting annoyed," said Michael. Without even Michael himself realizing it, he was slowly stepping into his godhood. The stronger he was, the more he acted like a god instead of a mortal.
