His Three Dimensional Body suddenly screamed an alarm. His senses caught a flash—a projectile moving at impossible speed, slicing through the battlefield and heading straight for his chest.
'Damn, these traitors!' Max's eyes burned cold. In that instant, he bent space around himself, activating teleportation with his 3rd level concept. His body vanished in a flicker of lightning and reappeared dozens of meters away, the projectile tearing through where he had just stood, shattering the stone behind him into molten fragments.
"You dodged it?"
The voice was mocking, sharp. Max turned and saw Tower Lord Mathew, his expression twisted in irritation. The man's hand still glowed faintly, the remnants of the attack swirling around his fingers. He looked almost amused that Max had avoided it.
Before Max could reply, another figure stepped forward from the broken haze—Thunder Lord Xander. His tall figure was wrapped in arcs of violet lightning, his presence oppressive.
