"You think this will stop me?"
There was an edge of panic in his voice. His invisible hands multiplied; thousands of them struck at the barrier walls while simultaneously aiming for the gas.
The barrier rippled from Bill's attacks but held. It was powered up by six barrier masters, after all. The hands split the fog, yet it simply swirled back into place. Each time he carved a path through the mist, Amber's power replenished it, negating his efforts to disperse it.
Bill's movements grew erratic as reality started sinking in—his powers failed against the advance of the corrosive cloud.
His composed demeanor cracked. Sweat beaded on his forehead as his breaths grew faster.