A blinding, powerful current erupted from his hand, blasting toward the humanoid ant.
The surge struck the beast's scaly back with a fierce zap, and the force launched it forward.
Its claws skidded uselessly against the ground as it was hurled into the stone wall with a deafening crash.
Grey took a deep breath as he lowered his hand, the remnants of the electricity fading from his fingers.
The air smelled like charred metal and something toxic, likely the Venomdrake's venom cooking off its skin.
When the dust settled, Amy's eyes fluttered open.
She squinted, and her gaze fell on Grey standing there, looking a bit battered but very much alive.
Relief washed over her face as she gasped and wrapped her arms around him.
"Grey, you're alive!"
Grey stiffened at the unexpected hug, his arms hovering awkwardly at his sides for a moment. This was unfamiliar territory for him.
