Before he could recover, Alph struck, firing a bolt of lightning that hit Grey square in the chest, pushing him even further back.
The onslaught wasn't over.
Grey felt something coil around his leg—a small, shadowy snake, binding him in place.
He struggled against it just as a fireball descended from above, its heat roaring in the air.
In a split-second decision, Grey braced himself as the fireball exploded on impact, flames scorching the ground around him.
"That should have finished him," Andrew muttered, with a smug grin, but then Fenris's voice cut through the air.
"No, he's still alive… keep attacking!"
A pack of a dozen wolf-beasts barreled toward the flames, but before they reached him, Grey emerged from the blaze, completely unharmed.
He tore through the wolves at lightning speed, each strike a blur.
In an instant, he was in front of the two killers, electricity crackling in his eyes.
