Another volley of supersonic stones rained down relentlessly.

Ray's intent to kill was absolute. He was throwing everything he had, holding nothing back, determined to wipe out Channing and his crew completely.

Faced with this assault, Channing and his followers were on the verge of despair.

Ray's attacks seemed endless.

Abilities are finite—every use chips away at one's power. How could someone possibly strike without limits?

Yet, despite exhausting almost all of their reserves under Ray's