The moment Ethan moved, no one else hesitated.
There was no room for fear.
Every last ounce of power was unleashed without reservation, merging into the Sky Fortress's main cannon fire.
The sky roared like it was on the verge of collapse.
Space fractured under the pressure, cracks spiderwebbing outward, threatening to shatter the entire airspace at any second.
And in the heart of that apocalyptic energy storm—
Varkhan, Supreme Ruler of the Vorgar Empire, smiled.
For the first time, a flicker of genuine interest lit his eyes.
"Interesting," he murmured.
"Didn't expect a low-tier Plane World to push back this hard."
Under his will, the energy spheres intensified—compressed tighter, burning hotter—then surged downward again.
Then—
He slowly drew the sword at his waist.
With a casual flick, the blade carved through the air.
