In the next instant, the dark red energy that had been spilling outward like a flood… started flowing backward.
Gorathul froze.
He blanked for half a beat, then his face twisted as he tried to force the power back under his control.
Too late.
The Infernal Primordial Power he'd released had already been bitten down on by Ethan's energy vortex. It was locked in place, impossible to rip free.
"No—this is impossible!"
Gorathul finally snapped, his voice pitching sharp and ugly.
"What did you do?! Why can you absorb the power here?!"
He roared, terror and resentment practically bursting out of his eyes. But even as he shouted, he understood one thing with crystal clarity—
He couldn't drag this out anymore.
So he compressed every last bit of power he had inward.
The next moment, a blood-red energy sphere formed in his palm and he slammed it toward Ethan.
At the same time…
He detonated a dimensional energy sphere inside his own body.
