Chapter 337
"Noir! With me!" Grey roared as he launched himself into the air, landing squarely on his familiar's broad back.
In a flash of movement, Noir bolted toward the ogre like a living comet—his speed blurring space around him with a streak of dark flame.
"Come to die?" the ogre growled, its deep voice rumbling like a landslide. With surprising agility for its massive frame, it yanked a massive obsidian spear from its back and lunged forward in a brutal thrust.
Noir twisted mid-charge, narrowly avoiding the lethal jab as the air around the spear hissed from its raw power. Grey sprang into the air, lightning dancing across his form as the howling wind caught his cloak and boosted him forward with explosive velocity.
Propelled like a bullet, Grey closed the distance in a flash and hurled a searing fireball at the ogre.
