Chapter 88: The Real Treasure
He didn't even bother hopping onto Shyra this time. Leo twisted his body toward the canopy and bolted forward—like a bullet spat out of a .50 calibre barrel, raw urgency propelling each stride.
But the Elk seemed even more determined. Though it didn't try to block him, a surge of thunderous power rippled off its legs. A row of crackling arcs burst to life across its limbs, and in the next heartbeat, its figure blurred, leaving a jagged trail of fading lightning drawn across the air.
The golden energy around the canopy completely diminished—revealing exactly what he'd been searching for.
