Theron's battle was unlike anything anyone present had ever seen before. He forgot about everything, and somehow, from the very first stroke of his spear, they were already convinced…
It was impossible for him to fall here.
It wasn't because the Tribulation wasn't strong—it was the strongest Gold Mancy Tribulation any of them had ever laid eyes on. They were used to measuring strength by the number and thickness of the lightning bolts, only to find that Theron's own had gained real sentience.
It wasn't because Theron was so overwhelmingly powerful either. Every time he faced one of the lightning generals, it was like he was fighting with his life on the line; a single wrong move would gut and grate against his flesh, every slip causing a burn that singed to his bones and clipped at his life's strings.
It wasn't even because the Tribulation was waning. Every moment, it only seemed to grow stronger, more furious.
It was because Theron was completely and utterly mad.
