CHAPTER 134
Meanwhile, Grey stood at the epicenter of the town, isolated within a cocoon of thick, suffocating fog.
Fifty crystalline ice swords loomed ominously over his head like a frozen canopy of death.
In response, jagged Earth spikes erupted from the cobblestones to surround him, fire blazed with a fierce radiance in his palms, and two dozen translucent wind blades hummed in a tight orbit above.
He was a portrait of elemental defiance, prepared to push his limits to the absolute brink against the bandit boss.
With a sharp, dismissive flick of the boss's wrists, the suspended ice swords were launched.
They streaked toward Grey at a devastating velocity, whistling as they cut through the mist.
Grey reacted instantly; with a forceful upward thrust of his arms, a thick rampart of solid stone tore through the ground.
