Boom!
Greg narrowly dodged the heavy blow from an ancient silver gorilla, Morganna's summon, its massive fists smashing into the ground with the force of a meteor.
From the side, a faint breeze — a harmless wind — brushed past him. It felt like nothing more than a soft gust. Greg barely registered it.
In front of him, spears made of tempered steel flew toward him, launched by Merlin with terrifying speed.
Greg twisted his body, sidestepping with graceful precision as he ignored the weak gust from Logan… or so he thought.
"Scale of Providence!" Daniel's voice rang out. Behind him, an illusory golden scale shimmered into existence. On one side was Greg's defense. On the other, Logan's wind.
At first, the scale tipped toward Greg's favor.
But then… the weight shifted. Slowly, inexorably… Logan's wind outweighed Greg's defense.
"What… the hell?" Greg muttered, squinting at the scale as pain suddenly flared through his body.
