Bad Choices [4]

With a flick of his wrist, Alex sent the arrow flying back.

It whistled through the air.

THUNK!

The archer's eyes widened in horror just before the arrow pierced through their skull.

They dropped instantly.

Another one down.

Alex barely had time to recover before more fireballs rained from above. Vines lashed out, trying to coil around him like hungry serpents.

But he was already moving.

Ducking. Twisting. Slipping through gaps in the attacks like a phantom.

One by one, he tore through the stragglers, slicing them down until only a handful remained.

Now, the battlefield was almost empty.

Only the strongest were left standing.

In front of him stood Ella, her cold gaze unwavering.

Beside her, Freya remained bound, vines wrapped tightly around her body.

Behind him, a squad of five—

Two tanks, a swordsman, a spearman, and the fire mage.