The battlefield started to shake once again.
At first, Raiden thought it was another attack from the Black Dragon, or perhaps one of the huge Platinum beasts behind it, getting ready to charge. But the tremor beneath his feet felt wrong.
It was not coming from ahead of them. It was coming from right beside him. More accurately, it was coming from Woolie. The little sheep had lowered his head so deeply that his horns were almost pointing at the ground, while the lightning around his body grew denser and denser until it no longer looked like ordinary electricity at all.
Violet and crimson currents wrapped around him together, devouring each other, fusing, separating, then fusing again, as if two different powers were trying to merge to create something new, something much more deadly.
Raiden felt every hair on his body stand on end.
