Two lightning bolts, one golden, the other blue, clashed repeatedly creating powerful shockwaves every time they collided.
After a quarter of an hour, the two figures backed away from each other.
"As expected, someone who is looking for the Hall of Thunder will never be a simple person," Randall said as streaks of lightning covered its body.
William smiled as he took a fighting stance. "I can do this all day."
Just like he expected, Randall could only use lightning bolts. Although he had to admit that the power of the Heavenly Thunder was truly powerful, the most it could do to him was tickle him.
"It's no use, Half-Elf." Randal growled. "The only way you can enter the Hall of Thunder is when you defeat me."
William smiled. "Sounds simple enough."
