"Looks like I have no choice but to use my trump card!"
Boom!
Lightning thundered overhead, electricity crackling with a sharp hiss as Orion rocketed skyward.
Meanwhile, he clutched a magic scroll in his hand—the one Deputy Commander Edward had given him as a welcome gift when he joined the Champions Alliance.
The scroll had already been torn open, releasing an ominous magical disturbance. Orion had no idea what would happen next.
Ever since obtaining this scroll, he had treated it as a lifesaving hidden ace.
"Gahaha!"
A tremor-like sound burst forth from the ancient giant-horned whale, its jaws clacking excitedly, blending with its deep screech to form a dirge of death.
Resembling a grim funeral lament, that deadly sound was abruptly cut short in the next instant.
Crack… Sizzle…
This was the sound of compressing space grinding and scraping against itself.
Right in front of the ancient giant-horned whale, a spatial fissure nearly 2,000 ft long suddenly ripped open.