"Kill that bastard!" Charlotte shouted, while Daniela frowned. From the latter's hands, hundreds of icy spikes emerged, pointing directly towards Ezequiel. Edward, the team's tank, stepped forward to the frontline. Since Ezequiel activated his bloodline, the roles had drastically shifted. The three of them realized that if they continued fighting amongst themselves, they would end up dead.
Edward's massive hammer began to glow intensely as he charged forward like a bull. Ezequiel's lance extended to seven meters in length, and with a casual movement of his hands, the tip collided with Edward's hammer. The latter opened his eyes in surprise and stepped back several paces.
Behind Ezequiel, purple hands emerged, from which small flowers with a delicate aroma blossomed. With astonishing speed, the hands dissolved, and the ground began to corrode, tinting purple. From the flowers emerged small butterflies that instantly explored the surroundings.
