Wisdom!
Kaboom!
The head of Greed exploded. Michael was confident in his ability. He knew he was not an anomaly, however; he was a warlock with three-star talent. Meaning, that he could use three abilities to the fullest as long he didn't dry up mana.
"Heh! That attack was called Space Distortion. I can make the space distort in a second and make it explode by interrupting the spatial construct that repairs the space I destroyed. How is that? Can you predict my ability just like my little brother's power?"
Michael declared proudly, a spatial ability. Suddenly, a voice was heard at his side.
"Elder brother, I have recovered my magic."
Michael looked at him and nodded. Michael knew that this wasn't enough to kill the undead cow, but this is enough to stall time for his little brother to recover.
Swoops!
Bang!
