CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
The crushing force of the Dread God’s grip squeezed all of the air out of Bolt’s lungs. He could feel his ribs starting to c***k under the pressure and realized that he was going to die if he didn’t do something fast. He brought his fists down on the Dread God’s massive hand, but without air to breathe, his blows had little impact behind them. All he could do was futilely beat his fists against the Dread God’s fingers, which seemed to make the situation worse rather than better.
He looked over at Beams. Beams seemed to be in even worse shape than him, which made sense because Beams wasn’t as strong as Bolt. He looked like he was about to pop any second now, which was how Bolt felt as well.
Bolt looked up into the face of the Dread God. The Dread God was smiling down a
