Godrick was sparring with Vyke in the Training Ground.
Vyke unleashed his signature technique-Lansseax's Glaive. It was an Incantation with a plain, unadorned name, but a particularly vivid image.
He condensed red Ancient Dragon Dragonbolt into a ten-meter-long blade in his palm and swept it forward with the force to mow down an army. Besides the lightning blade itself, the slash also sent a fan of lightning spreading outward.
That extended its reach a little farther.
In the game, this move was flashy but impractical, because it had a long windup where the user jumped up to swing the blade, and its damage was laughable. Now that Vyke himself was performing it, though, it was fast and fierce, without the slightest delay.
Not to be outdone, Godrick gathered golden light in both hands and shaped it into Godfrey's Great Axe, golden lightning coiling around its blade. He spun in place, swinging the enormous axe with lightning circling him, then collided with Vyke's Lansseax's Glaive.
Gold and red erupted into a lightning storm. The thunderous boom made their eardrums ache, and currents shot everywhere. Fortunately, none of the spectators were ordinary people. Neither Morgott nor Lansseax was affected by the lightning.
Lansseax applauded from the sidelines. "Little Godrick is improving very quickly. He can already combine gold with Dragonbolt."
Morgott said nothing, but acknowledged Godrick's achievement with a nod.
Only then did Zhao Si finally arrive. After yesterday's training and a whole night of exertion, he was thoroughly exhausted, with dark circles under both eyes.
Godrick was in excellent spirits, positively radiant. Of course he was-he was a Demigod. His stamina and energy were beyond anything an ordinary person could match.
"Partner, did you see that?" Godrick hurried to show off to Zhao Si. "I invented a move called Godfrey's Axe."