Alex raised his hand—
But before he could strike, a wave of dark energy came streaking toward him, cutting through the air like a barrage of bullets.
His eyes flicked toward the source.
Gorehowl.
From a distance, the war shaman stood tall, its jagged staff crackling with void energy.
It snarled—then hurled more.
One. Two. Three.
A relentless flood of screaming black orbs, each one pulsating with raw destruction, raced toward Alex.
But—
FWOOM.
Alex's barrier flared to life.
One after another, the void energy vanished into nothingness, consumed by the power surrounding him.
Then—He willed it.
The barrier twisted. Warped.
Reversed.
All that stolen power—every ounce of it—turned against its master.
A storm of pure death erupted from Alex, roaring back toward Gorehowl at blinding speed.
Gorehowl's glowing eyes widened.
It twisted its body, desperately trying to dodge.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
But the orb slammed straight into its chest.
