A small rat near the wall twitched. For a brief moment, its eyes went dull, like something had shut off inside it.
Then its body snapped forward and it shot across the ground at a speed that did not match its size, blurring as it slipped through cracks and broken debris.
By the time Francis reached his destination, the ground had been torn apart beyond recognition.
Craters overlapped, while broken concrete and twisted metal turned every step into a hazard.
Lex had already killed more than seventy soldiers.
'What's that?'
Lex's skin was starting to crack apart in places, blue light leaking through the fractures. His skin also looked dried out, as if the moisture inside it was being burned away.
Across from him stood Harry, the only remaining Horseman. He was also covered in blue aura, but it was lighter and far weaker than his opponent's.
