CHAPTER 15

“I asked you a simple question, mud bloods,” Boggy had his hands behind his back. His amused expression was slowly glowing darker. “Why do you have that black sword that belongs to the Dark Witch!”

Leah didn’t answer, or rather she couldn’t. (Dark Witch?) She had no clue who that was.

“Leah!” Rowan yelled. “I’ll buy time, so run!” He charged the tall werewolf, which was even more intimidating than the minotaur.

“No!” Leah shouted. “Stop!”

But Rowan swung the mace with all he got. “Bubble Blast!”

However, nothing happened. Boggy stopped the mace with two fingers by holding one of the spikes.

Rowan’s eyes widened to the max as he realized just how much of a power difference was there between him and his opponent.

“Rats that don’t know their place tend to die early!” Boggy kicked Rowan in the gut, sending him flying. He coughed out blood. His ribs broke, and he crashed into a tree. Ninety percent of his HP was drained with that kick. He was bleeding from the nose, mouth, and ears but sti