BOOM!
Drake landed at the center of the cathedral ruins in a swirl of frost and shattered stone. His arrival was like a winter storm—icy wind howling through the cracks in the cathedral as his presence spread across the battlefield.
"Zara!" he shouted.
"I'm fine!" she called back, frost clinging to her arms.
Drake nodded as his gaze zeroed in on the shirtless man standing so casually in the wreckage with an amused smile.
Although he was outnumbered, Garren Hale didn't seem threatened in the slightest. It was as if he had expected them—which was true in a way, as the leader of the Broken Claw had no idea that the prominent members of the team had gone out for negotiation with the Scavengers.
An intense wave of anger stirred within Drake's heart when he saw the cocky grin on the enemy's face. The bastard who dared lay his hands on his sister.
His expression darkened even further, and his mana flared like a tidal wave, frost crawling out from his feet in all directions.
