CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
As soon as those words left his mouth, the Midnight Menace cried out in pain and fell to the floor. He clutched his head, breathing in and out rapidly. Then Beams heard another scream behind him and, looking over his shoulder, saw that Shade was lying on the floor in a fetal position, groaning in pain and looking paler than ever.
“What’s happening?” said Beams. He looked up at the Dread God. “What are you doing to them?”
“Nothing,” the Dread God said with a vicious grin. “Not directly, anyway. These two and their powers are intimately tied to the Shadowlands. By destroying the Shadowlands, I am also destroying them. It is a nice little bonus because I find their ability to control shadows and summon tendrils … tedious, to put it one way.”
Beans looked at Bolt and R
