Ethan's brow furrowed hard.
He knew it. They couldn't keep slugging it out like this.
After another brutal exchange, he forced himself to calm down. In the thin gap they'd created, he opened the system interface and locked onto Gorathul's status panel again.
A flood of information streamed past his eyes.
Then his gaze snapped to a halt.
Right where Gorathul's heart should be… there was a tiny hollow.
It was subtle—so subtle that in a fight at this level, it would be easy for it to get swallowed by the surrounding surge of power.
But once the system marked it, the meaning couldn't have been clearer.
That spot—
Was Gorathul's weakness.
If he could shatter it completely…
He could kill him.
The moment Ethan confirmed it, he didn't hesitate.
He shot forward almost instantly.
Savage power gathered in his hand again. This time it didn't form a greatsword or an energy sphere. He forcibly shaped it into a staff—one bristling with terrifying destructive force.
