CHAPTER TWELVE
Bolt struggled to get back to his feet, but the red mist he had inhaled earlier must have done more than just make him weak. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t activate his super speed, which would have been really helpful for escaping the descending mist cloud right now. As it was, he could only try to crawl, though even that simple movement was like torture.
“Can’t use your powers?” Graalix said. His mouth twisted into an even more deranged grin. “That’s because I mixed the Dread God’s Tears with some powerless gas I picked up in another universe. Not only are you weak and in pain, but you also can’t use your powers.”
Now Bolt understood why he felt so weak. He’d been sprayed with powerless gas before and he felt very similar back then to how he did now. Not that
