In the sky above the Summer Sea, black clouds gathered and roared.
Lightning danced across the black and blue canvas, spreading outward like the branches of a tree. Three shadows prowled among the clouds, facing the one who radiated the element of lightning.
Tedric had turned out to be quite the strategic fighter. And Edward was growing quite frustrated at the fact.
Every time the blue-eyed youth was about to obliterate either of the two undead knights, Tedric would swoop in and save them. And whenever he was about to kill the cultist, his knights would arrive just in the nick of time to save him.
Besides, Edward was having some difficulty fighting in the air. He had only just recently advanced to the Mana Core Rank. For all his life, he had always fought on land. Naturally, it was where he was most comfortable.
