Old man Jogo was about to deal the killing blow to Ikor. The boy was already bleeding from all orifices, and his skin looked extremely pale, sickly like a vampire deprived of blood. This was because he had depleted all of his energy cells. There was only one last thing left for Ikor to do, and that was to tap into his life force.
But the boy had put that plan on hold because he didn't want it to go to waste. After all, all his previous commands had been wasted because of his opponent's elemental ability, which allowed him to alter the flow of air.
Old man Jogo raised his hand as he proceeded to conjure a wind blade to end this fight once and for all. But then he saw the dome shattering and slowly disappearing.
'Is he done already?' Old man Jogo thought, confusion evident on his face. 'Could it be the doing of a superhuman?'
