Holden's hand was encased in a layer of ice.
Black necrotic energy swirled around it as he thrust it straight toward Balthazar's heart. His lips curled into a predatory grin. He was close to finally dealing with this nuisance.
Once Balthazar was dead, he and Diggory would go on to help the other cultists. And after that, the enemies would start dropping like flies.
Holden's attack was mere inches away from piercing through Balthazar's back.
But right at that moment…
A terrifying chill gripped the cultist's heart. His instincts screamed at him to retreat. He lowered his gaze, his eyes trembling at what he witnessed.
Razor-sharp teeth gleamed with a cold, menacing light. A gaping maw emerged from beneath him, ready to snap his figure in half.
Holden gritted his teeth and quickly backed away. He knew what would happen if he continued his attack.
Snap!
Just as the cultist retreated, the gaping maw snapped shut.
