To William, it felt like the golden spirit was trying its best to control things out there, trying to regain control over the disarrayed attack storm outside. And yet it proved to be futile to do this.
*Rumble!*
The entire place echoed with an ear deafening rumble first, then the screen showed four dark silhouettes flashing out from the chaotic storm. It felt like something pressured over the storm, pushed it outwards, clearing everything. And there William and the golden spirit saw the four enemies standing, freed from any entrapping attack.
"They are out," William slowly muttered.
"We are doomed," the golden spirit added. The four spirits they tried their best to contain for the past hours were now out.
"At least they are wounded," William could tell they got many wounds, even the ox spirit got one of its arms chopped off. He couldn't tell what went wrong, but it seemed for the ox and the other three to get freed, they got to pay a price for that.
