Ethan could tell at a glance—this power didn't truly belong to Anya.
She'd absorbed the core energy of this ruined world, and because she had some bloodline-deep connection to the ruins, she'd managed to drag it into her body by force. But bringing it in didn't mean she could control it.
If they didn't suppress it fast, Anya would still get swollen to death and burst apart.
At this point, Ethan didn't have any other choice.
He raised his hand and mobilized every thread of his transparent lightning. It gathered in his palm, then poured down his arm. One arc after another flowed from his fingertips into Anya—through the points where he touched her shoulder, wrist, and back—meeting the blood-red lightning rampaging inside her head-on.
The moment they touched, the two forces didn't explode into a direct clash.
They tangled first.
