CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Through his superhero career, Bolt had suffered a variety of different fates. He’d been shot, smashed, punched, stabbed, brainwashed, thrown around like a rag doll, crushed, attacked mentally, and even banished to another universe by an evil alternate universe counterpart of his father. Bolt had thought he’d seen it all, or at least as much as a guy his age could be expected to see.
But Bolt had never been fused into a stone wall before. That was a new one even for him.
It was a hard sensation to describe. If Bolt had to use words to describe it, he would say it was like lying in a mud puddle, only the mud had hardened to the point of nigh unbreakability and he couldn’t move his limbs or get up at all. He could still breathe clearly and the rest of his body seemed to
