"Is this... Cassiomere?" Onassis looked at the massive phantom behind Trom, his eyes sparking with curious inquiry.
"Yes, it is Cassiomere, and also my close friend," Trom replied generously, influenced by Onassis's previous gentlemanly conduct in the fair competition.
Trom took a slow step forward, his ice blades gathered like a Rain of Blades, meanwhile a voice carrying a grand meaning emanated from Trom, "I still can't fully control its power, you need to be careful."
As soon as he finished speaking, with a loud bang, Trom's figure suddenly disappeared.
While the audience was still puzzled searching for Trom's whereabouts, Onassis was suddenly knocked from the floating low altitude into the sea, causing a splash over ten meters high.
It turned out that Trom had appeared behind Onassis at some unknown point in time.
This was simply—teleportation!
