บท 647: A CRIPPLE

"Uhh!"

Rolling around on the ground, Alex weakly uttered as felt immense pain attacking his brain. It was so hard for him to think properly.

His breaths were short and shallow as if it was very difficult for him to breathe.

The last thing Alex could recall was a barrage of terrifying lightning descending from the sky and bathing his uncontrollable body in its catastrophic might, leaving him stuck and unable to do nothing but cry out in agony.

Alex trembled, recalling how painful that rain of lightning was. He felt like those white hands that traumatized him before were nothing compared to the pain that the thunder and lightning brought onto him.

Unable to open his eyes or speak properly, Alex remained on the ground. He could feel that blood was running down his abdomen, but he didn't think much of it.

The smell of blood slowly assaulted his nostrils, filling his mind with a familiar smell.

['Guys,'] Alex called out to his alters.