"You bastard! What was that? You just ruined everything!" Samxon roared, the shout scraping out of his throat before it collapsed into a violent cough.
His chest tightened again. His muscles throbbed. Every breath felt like dragging air through burning wires.
The frustration only made Akhil's failed attempt sting harder.
'Great… just great,' he thought bitterly, pushing out another surge of electricity that crackled through the cavern.
He couldn't shake the irritation. If Akhil had destroyed the crystal when he had the chance, Samxon wouldn't be stuck fighting this gigantic nightmare of a beast right now.
He didn't even understand what Akhil had been thinking. It had all been laid out for him—Hale's attack, the opening in the roots, the clear path. Everything.
And yet… the idiot froze.
Samxon spat out another breath.
'Well… at least he'll die for it,' he told himself, watching Akhil pinned against the wall of writhing roots.
