Erik's eyes met Volkov's through the mist. The man's face was twisted in rage. "You won't escape this time, Romano!" he said, summoning a massive lightning bolt.
"No, man… It's you who won't escape this!"
Erik channeled mana once again into his Frostwind Fire Tempest brain crystal power's neural links.
His eyes were filled with resolve and murderous intent as he felt the familiar surge of power building within him and simultaneously avoided the myriad of attacks raining down on him from all directions.
He knew he had to make the next move count. With Richard out of prison, it was time to go all out. He didn't know if his mana was going to be enough to kill all the blackguards here, but if he killed enough, he would level up, and that would replenish his mana, making another attack possible.
He smirked.
"Now, it's my turn, Volkov!"
