"I need to finish him!"
Anark glanced toward Robuke, whose skull was still in the process of reconstructing itself. Flesh and bone twisted together grotesquely as the vitality of the Worlds of the Root poured into the Monster of the Root, restoring him piece by piece.
Killing intent erupted from the True Primordial of the Void.
But before Anark could make his move, Jason was already upon him.
The middle-aged hybrid twisted through the air, generating momentum and unleashing a ferocious kick.
Anark barely managed to block it with his forearms.
The impact sent a violent tremor through his entire body. His arm shook uncontrollably, and a flash of pain shot through his eyes.
Jason smiled.
"I may be older than Elizabeth," the hybrid said casually, "but you shouldn't look down on me."
His grin widened as he twisted midair and sent another kick downward with brutal speed.
Anark managed to dodge the strike, and he realized just how fortunate that was.
