Ethan spotted it instantly, and his chest tightened.
He didn't hesitate for even a moment. White lightning detonated out of him.
The arcs whipped down his arm and snapped forward, weaving into a net in midair that wrapped the struggling Soulforce tight. The instant thunder-light touched soul power, a shrill, piercing crack rang through the air.
Ethan knew exactly what he was doing.
His white lightning was a natural bane to Soulforce.
And reality proved it.
Once the lightning latched on, that Soulforce mass twisted violently, trying to tear free by brute force—but every collision only shredded it further. The white arcs kept compressing, tightening, crushing—
Until the soul power couldn't hold together anymore.
It burst apart in midair, obliterated completely, not even a final thread slipping away.
Only then did Ethan finally let out a slow breath.
Varkharr was moving too fast.
