Chapter 15: Max’s power
Max and Ash darted through the ruined battlefield, ducking low under fallen steel beams and leaping over scorched wreckage. The ground shook beneath their feet. Gunfire echoed, closer with each step.
Then it hit—a flash of light behind them.
Lasers screamed past, slicing through the air. The blasts chewed into the dirt and rubble around their heels. Each impact threw up clouds of dust and burning metal.
Max raised his hand. A blue shield burst to life, thin and flickering but strong enough to block the hits. Sparks scattered as the lasers slammed into it.
Ash gripped his blade tighter, jaw set.
"I'll cut them down."
He stepped forward, ready to strike.
Max grabbed his arm.
"No. There's too many."
His eyes locked onto the enemy closing in—fast-moving soldiers, armor gleaming, steps sharp and timed.
"Elites."