The lance of shadows surged forward, a jagged spear of pure obliteration, and Viktor, Selene, and Rhea were thrown to the ground with a force that left them unconscious before they could even react.
Marcus's eyes widened, and his entire body tensed as he saw the devastation, their lives now entirely in his hands.
Gluttony's grin widened, crimson eyes glinting with cold amusement. "Futile," he said, his voice a dark echo that seemed to resonate inside Marcus' skull. "All of it, your defenses, your companions, your hope, meaningless."
Marcus planted his boots into the fractured ice, summoning shadows that coiled like serpents at his feet.
He could feel the weight of the world pressing against his chest; each inhale was a struggle. Every instinct screamed at him to retreat, but there was no retreat. Not when the survival of the planet rested on his shoulders.
