Blasted away by Exalon's titanic slap, King Vander made a beeline downward, leaving the confines of the arkship encirclement.
"Where is he going?" One of the lion's Kings thundered out loud from his command chamber.
That slap had disoriented King Vander and everyone could feel that dreaded misfortune fading away.
They rushed down, leaving Exalon behind.
From afar, it looked like a stream of locusts chasing after a very tiny bacterium.
Cannon beams shot down from the sky, their fiery spear-like tips rushing after King Vander's figure.
King Vander, having regained his bearing, wanted to use the warp effect to fly out of the way and twist everything that was currently happening in his favor.
But it wasn't going to be so easy.
One beam hit him, sending him deeper and farther away from the red star and the islands.
King Vander could feel his impending doom.
He was being overwhelmed from all sides, his powers were failing and he could no longer easily escape their encirclement.
