"You bastard, free my wife." Vesyrn roared at the captain of the spaceship who had captured Izora into some cube-looking thing.
"Sorry but that's not possible. You see, your woman is useful to my allies. And I was also fascinated to see that person who managed to travel in time. Perhaps, if we use him/her in our research, we would be able to invent the time ship." The young man in his late twenties replied with a grin.
After a brief silence, he further added while playfully tossing up the cube, "If you are strong, then, you are free to battle like a man and defeat me and save her instead of whining."
Vesryn doesn't care what happens to the time traveler. For him, Izora's safety is most important.
"Come out, Arya." A golden-colored ginseng root was summoned from his soul card, earning a burst of laughter from his opponent.
