But as he regained control, it was too late as the aura of dread washed over Grey, freezing him in place.
It felt as if ice-cold fingers were squeezing his heart, making it hard to breathe. For that moment, he couldn't move, couldn't even blink.
The ghostly zombie's vacant, icy blue eyes seemed to pierce through him, locking him in a trance.
But then Grey forced himself to snap out of it.
He gritted his teeth, breaking through the fear with sheer willpower. His muscles tensed, and he took a deep breath to steady himself.
But it was already too late.
A guttural roar split the air, and Grey's eyes widened in alarm.
The Mauler, seizing the opportunity, charged at him with its hammer raised high.
Before Grey could fully react, the hammer came down with a bone-rattling force. The impact hit him square in the chest, sending him rocketing backward like a ragdoll.
