Outside Sunset City, several kilometers away, atop a forest-covered hillside, stood a three-story wooden house.
Even from dozens of meters away, the voices of its occupants could be heard.
A female voice suddenly rose in a shout.
"Are you two joking with me?!"
"You're telling me neither of you actually knows what that final attack was?!"
Neither man answered.
One sat backward on a wooden chair, his chest against the backrest and his legs stretched lazily to the side.
The other lay shirtless on a bed.
Injured.
Several green cocoons surrounded him.
Green energy flowed from them, wrapping around the deep wound carved into his body.
"Will one of you answer me?!"
The girl's voice rose again.
"Mori, calm down."
The injured man finally spoke.
His voice came slowly and with difficulty.
The man lying there was Rehon, Lord Killing Eyes.
Black Lightning Lord, John Lai, sat nearby with a smile.
Then finally muttered:
"That was one hell of a strike."
And burst out laughing.
