The red light was like a tide, the waves of energy continued to surge towards Midla. It was as if Midla was facing a sea of anger. The rising and falling waves of anger carried an aura that could submerge everything as they pressed down towards him like a tsunami. Midla let out a sharp whistle, and flew backwards in front of the energy wave. A pair of sickle-like forelegs shot out, and a half moon of light shot out from the scythe and into the Red Sea.

As a result, several waves ...