Crack! Crack!
The sound spread like dry bones breaking. Small chunks of cement rained down.
The crack beneath the bridge widened another inch.
Sylas' pupils shrank as he realized, 'It's tearing the bridge apart.'
Above, Major Kyle shouted, "End it fast!"
More vines burst out of the crack. Not dozens but hundreds of vines shot out. They poured out like a flood of green serpents, writhing and twisting in the air. Some attacked Sylas directly. Some lashed at the railing. Some tried to coil around the support pillars beneath the bridge.
The entire structure trembled faintly.
Sylas steadied his breathing as he hung midair.
No foothold, bad position, and his energy was draining.
A thick vine lashed toward his face.
Bang!
It slammed into his space barrier. The space barrier trembled violently from the impact. Another vine struck from the left. Then another from below.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The impacts from the vine attacks shook him like a rag doll hanging in midair.
