John's hand moved toward his sword slowly, he could barely breathe as he gripped the handle. John's eyes glowed white his face started to crack and he stood as a small golden crown appeared above his head like a halo.
John dropped to one knee his body was starting to heal, it was burning but his body was repairing and cauterising itself as he held the sword. John's face cracked even more with each step he took.
His presence was different and like an 18-wheeler, heavy and powerful. Jette turned around to see her love standing majestically. His tactical vest was white and his shoulder straps were black. His clothes were lily white.
He smiled as she cowered in fear, "No not him." She stepped back in fear and tried to run but Jette fired at her causing her to lash out, her hands turned into tendrils.
Rebekka stood frozen in fear.
It cracked at the speed of lightning as came barreling towards Jette and she kept firing as a missile and artillery hit, the tendrils destroying them. Jonna looked over the John but he was yet to move.
Stood at the entrance of the cave was Grandmaster Slyas Devi