Chapter 266
Striker stood inside the lightning dome, hands buried in his pockets. A low chuckle slipped from his lips.
"Now that's what I call a fiery wolf," he said with a smile. But then his eyes darkened. He froze. His gaze snapped to the right.
Elexa.
She was preparing something, something big. The air around her buzzed, crackling with unstable power. Her lips curved into a wicked grin, sharp and daring.
"It's sparkle time," she said in a singsong voice, but her eyes were cold, deadly serious.
She hurled the condensed bolt of lightning forward. It screamed through the dome like divine wrath, ripping through Striker's red defense. The blast slammed into his black armor, blasting him off his feet. He bounced across the ground, smashing against the wall with brutal force.
Dust fell.
Striker's eyes snapped open. He staggered upright, hand brushing his cheek. Wet. He looked at his fingers...red. Blood.
