CHAPTER 319
"Lightning death."
Han muttered the words under his breath, and as always, the world answered.
The bright sky dimmed in an instant. Light drained away until the heavens turned unnaturally dark, deep and suffocating.
Clouds twisted and piled over one another, thick and violent.
Then the lightning came.
Bolts screamed across the clouds, snaking from one mass to another as they gathered energy. Thunder followed, low at first, then deeper, heavier, shaking the earth with every passing second.
The dark wolves froze.
Their legs buckled as they stared upward in horror.
They did not need to see what was forming within those clouds. They could feel it. Whatever was coming next would be massive.
Big enough to wipe them all out.
Earlier, when death had rained down as fire bullets, they had gambled everything. They had pooled their strength, poured their rage and essence into a single wolf, boosting it to an entirely new level.
And even then, it had failed.
