Amunet's gaze flickered. "I really don't know."
Grey looked away from her and back toward the Old One on the throne. It hadn't taken action after sending Grey flying, and if it could hear them right now, it wasn't acting as though it had. Still, Grey didn't care.
In this case, he had gone from one timer to the next. Very little had changed. Either a city was going to fall on his head or tens of thousands of arms were going to squash him to death.
Grey bent down, stretching out a leg and hopping a bit to fully loosen up his muscles. The last of the energy that hadn't quite combined with him diffused through his veins and he felt like his Stamina was brimming at the top.
Five minutes. That was the most time he could spend on this battle, and even that was likely to be too little.
