Crackle, crackle!
Red, little-finger-thick lightning emerged as Jason grasped the hilt of the sword.
It instantly enveloped Jason's palm and wrist, then spread towards his elbow.
Jason was startled, his eyes briefly glazed over.
At the same time—
"Kill!"
"Slaughter them!"
War cries sounded by Jason's ears.
With a blink, Jason found himself on a plain.
Green grass, a stream.
Sunlight bright and clear.
But the ground was trembling incessantly.
In front of him, an army with raised banners marched forward.
Behind him, another army was already in disarray.
One side pursuing.
The other fleeing.
The pursuers' war cries shook the heavens.
The escapees were in utter disarray.
Within the fleeing crowd, a child not more than six years old was being held by a general, crying nonstop.
"Retreat to the city! Retreat to the city!"
"We have not yet lost!"
The general shouted loudly.
The speed of the escapees increased even more.
The pursuers were even faster.
