Chapter 38: Gamble
Bran’s entire body shone with an intense blue energy, his already monstrous strength growing exponentially.
His grip tightened around his axe, veins bulging as he felt the raw power flowing through him.
He exhaled.
"I hope you’re watching, Zayn."
With a roar, he charged forward.
Tobias was already there, his blade clashing against the monster’s defenses.
His strikes were precise, aimed at weak spots, joints, pressure points — but the creature was too durable.
Every strike felt like hitting a solid wall, and even though his blade cut deep, the wounds closed almost instantly.
It was regenerating.
"Damn it!" Tobias snarled, pushing back.
Bran’s voice boomed behind him.