Spartan stood beneath them, both hands raised as he continuously poured his power into the sea of fire.
"Master, remain behind me!"
Michael didn't need to be told twice.
With both arms missing and his healing abilities still suppressed, he had absolutely no intention of getting involved.
He watched as the lightning and flames struggled against one another.
With every passing moment, large portions of the black flames were destroyed, only for the remaining flames to devour the lightning and expand again.
It was a fierce contest of consumption and destruction.
Eventually, the lightning began weakening.
And after several more moments...
The remaining energy exploded outward.
BOOM!
The sea of black flames scattered, revealing Spartan's figure beneath it.
His robes had been almost completely destroyed, and numerous wounds covered his body.
Even his previously handsome face had several burns.
But he was still standing!
"Hahaha!"
Michael couldn't help but laugh.
