THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND CHANCE BETRAYAL
He grew taller and taller, feet sinking into the sand until they became roots rushing toward the World Tree.
Marcus—the Scarecrow—roared.
A wave of green energy shot from the shore and slammed into the golden blade above. The blade froze in the sky, buzzing and trembling with a sound that shattered village windows.
"He’s holding it back!" the Auditor whispered, shielding his eyes.
But the Reaper wasn’t just that blade. From its shadow, thousands of golden insects poured down, each the size of a car. Their legs looked razor-sharp, made for cutting, and they swarmed toward the village, wings grinding like machinery.