"How can I believe you?" Wrik asked and at the same time started building the momentum, condensing a thick strand of maha mana.
The broad man arched his eyebrow and picked Anton before him, still the lightning sword against his neck. "We are going to throw at the same time," he said.
Wrik thought for a second and nodded. "On my count," Wrik said and began. "Three."
He began condensing more pressure, swirling the mana with the help of the bracelet. "Two."
His mind started to have a headache again and the face he made with the illusion started to vibrate. Raging mana swirled inside his body as he looked at Anton in the eyes and blinked once.
"One."
