CHAPTER 135
"Uhm guys, why do I feel like we are cooked?" Arthur asked, his voice trembling as he gulped loudly in apprehension while staring at the hundred frozen blades suspended menacingly above their heads.
'Is… is this the monster he has been facing off against all alone?' Scarlet wondered, her throat tightening as she glanced back to see Grey.
He was panting heavily, with crimson droplets trailing from his mouth, nose, and forehead in a grim display of the battle's intensity.
'How was that peasant capable of enduring against such an opponent for this long?' Greg mused internally, even as crackling arcs of lightning began to dance and surge around his knuckles.
"Vanica!" Arthur barked, his eyes never leaving the enemy.
"On it!" she shouted back, her hands moving in a blur as she manifested three glowing butterflies.
She launched them toward Grey to mend his wounds, but the bandit boss was far too observant to permit such a recovery.
