"Traitor!"
Amid Trick's furious rebuke, the expanding Ether forms the Seeker of Glory's domain, and within its range, reality is wantonly rewritten.
Bologue steps into Trick's domain, the charges in the air undergoing violent changes, causing his hair to slowly stand upright as if pulled by an invisible force, each strand curling tightly against his scalp.
Wisps of breeze brush his face, infused with the scent of grass.
That wasn't the scent of grass, but the ozone smell extracted from the air under the influence of electric charges.
Secret Energy · Thunderous Roar.
In an instant, arcs of electricity leap and connect among the spikes of Trick's armor, like agile flames, wrapping his body in encircling lightning, and as the Secret Energy unfolds further, the thunder grows more intense, as high-pitched and powerful as great waves in a storm, ionizing the turbulent air.
