Chapter 36

The abdomen of that mutamwamp crocodile bulged violently, then rapidly deflated like a punctured balloon. Its metue body lost all strength and collapsed, Imp into the mud. Breath left it, but none cape back in

With the leader dead, the remaining mutant swamp crocodiles still had fight in them, but their formation had crum

Clive and Lioren seized the opening. With Elmer’s final defense backing them, they picked them off one by one. When the last mutant swamp crocodile fell unwillingly into the muck, the whole battlefield was a wreck, the stench of blood track in the air.

Clive, Elmer, and Lioren were utterly spent, their bodies bearing cuts and caked in mud. Elmer’s face was deathly pale. He leaned against a tree trunk, gasping for air in great heaves.

Clive’s chest rose and fell hard, his face just as drained of color. The eruption of power earlier had clearly taken toll.

Lioren lay to the side, licking a cut on his front paw left by a crocodile’s scales, his energy low and sluggish.

The three had burned through their crystal energy again in this brutal fight, but their eyes were all bright.