Thundersnow roared. Icy-white lightning and electrified grains of snow raged on this room-turned-platform, atop the city's highest tower. A pressure settled on the surroundings, and nearly every Enkarian in the city looked up at the tower to see and hear a raging, ice-cold storm of power.
Erik, his body transforming as it surged with the power of Elorium, sailed straight towards Enkai with murderous intentions… and the old man knew for a fact there was no way to survive this attack. They may both be third-rankers, but Erik's current attack was on par with the one that nearly killed both himself and Edda when he was a second-ranker… and Enkai was far weaker than Edda.
Roaring furiously without a word, Erik fist was about to blow a hole in Enkai's chest, when a desperate, panicked cry barely penetrated his anger: "No!"
It was Naeku, and her cry came accompanied by a burst of emotions through their bond that punched a tiny bit of clarity in Erik's anger-fueled mind.
