In a vast open ground, the sound of sonic explosions reverberated again and again.
Seeing countless attacks pouring at him, Harris let out a soft sigh and raised his palm covered with a fiercely glowing crimson aura. Almost instantly, a pillar of bright red light burst forth.
"Fucking hell. This is training for God's sake."
Letting out a soft groan, Lucas covered himself and fled trying to escape from the pillar of light chasing his tail that obliterated the ground leaving behind nothing but flying shrinks of shattered ground, rising dust and smoldered charcoaled soul in its wake.
Harris frowned, noticing Lucas landing after a huge jump and his figure momentarily disappeared from his vision.
Just as he let go of his light sword, he felt the temperature becoming chilly and raised his chin only to notice many spikes of ice hovering in the air starting to fall.
Harris' figure turned into a shadow dodging the flanks of ice spikes hurling at him.
