Ethan hovered in midair, his brows drawing down.
Something was wrong.
The power that pale figure was releasing wasn't just Primordial Force and void energy.
In the instant of that collision, Ethan had sensed a familiar trace buried deep inside the silver-white radiance. It was hidden well—but it couldn't slip past the Infernal Primordial Power in Ethan's body.
The aura of the Infernal Abyss.
As the two gigantic projections kept wrestling, more and more cracks opened across the sky. Dimensional power seeped from those wounds, carrying chaotic spatial storms that repeatedly scoured at the foundation of the world around them.
Even the rock strata beneath the mine started to make fine, brittle noises. Several fractures crept outward along the mountain like spreading scars.
If this went on, the mine Emerald Castle had just taken would be dragged straight into a spatial collapse.
Ethan didn't hesitate anymore.
