The Gluttony Dragon's lips curled into something between a smile and a snarl. With a slow motion, he raised both hands toward the sky.
[Thundering Cage]
A split-second later, thunder cracked across the snowfield as spears of lightning slammed into the ground in a perfect circle around Valttair. Each bolt stayed, pulsing upward, stretching into jagged pillars that linked together.
The cage closed.
Columns of raw electricity surged skyward, their arcs weaving into a prison of light that buzzed and screamed like a living thing. The air inside boiled, space itself quivering with energy.
Trafalgar staggered back, his heart jumping as the static reached him from meters away. His hair bristled, his skin prickled with the sting of invisible sparks. Even standing outside the circle, it felt like being shoved into a furnace made of lightning.
