Chapter 167: Into the Crack - 3
Ethan's fireballs thundered one after another, the cavern quaking with each detonation. Heat pressed against his skin, smoke curling in the air, while his wolves hurled themselves at the cracking wall without hesitation.
He uncorked a high-grade mana potion, the bitter liquid burning down his throat. His veins thrummed with renewed energy, and he raised his hands again, sending more hurling flame. He even kept increasing his mana attribute sometimes.
I'm close. Just a little more.
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On the other side of the wall, Silvie's tears streamed down her face, but still she pressed glowing hands, sending healing wisps towards Lirael's wounds. She barely stood—bloodied, trembling, bow sagging as fresh enemies circled her like wolves waiting for the kill.
Veyron's eyes glinted with cruelty as he approached the Silvie. His shadow fell across her, his hand stretching toward her pale cheek.
