The power was off the charts. Grey felt like he hadn't faced something like this since he had faced off against the cabin in the forest, at least not directly. Esmeralda and the vampire pimp had been stronger than this, surely. The problem was that they were so high up that it was hard to get any sort of gauge of where their limits lay.
But even the cabin felt muted compared to this. The worst part was that this place was even more limiting in movement than the Wicked Forest Witch ruin had been.
There were no forcefields holding him back here, but the tunnels of the catacombs were only four or five meters across, and even if he did run, many of the tunnels were so long that there was no place to hide or maneuver for what was often hundreds of meters at a time. And…
He didn't want to run.
