Bad Choices [3]

With a sudden burst of power, Alex tore through the vines that had been binding him. The thick, green restraints exploded outward, shredded into pieces that fluttered to the ground like dying leaves.

A stunned silence washed over the players.

Ella's eyes widened in disbelief, her heart pounding.

That shouldn't have been possible.

Her vines weren't just meant to hold him—they were laced with sharp spikes, meant to tear into his flesh and grind his body into pulp. But instead of blood, they had met something unbreakable.

A skill.

A defensive skill.

Ella stiffened, her mind racing.

Didn't he run out of mana?

That explosion from earlier—it should have drained him completely. But if he was still standing, did that mean his mana regeneration was insanely fast?

Or worse—had he already recovered?

If that was the case, they stood no chance.

She swallowed hard, hoping for the former.