The moment Ethan felt the power rolling off the minotaur, his expression changed.
This wasn't ordinary Infernal Primordial Power.
That aura was heavy—steady—like it had been crushed under bedrock for countless years. Even the way it moved felt different, as if each pulse could tug on the mountain range itself.
Ethan had heard Lily mention a strength like this before—rare to the point of absurd.
If she hadn't been wrong, then this was pure Earth Magic, only it had been thoroughly soaked through by the aura of The Infernal Abyss until it became the oppressive, domineering thing standing in front of him now.
The minotaur stepped out of the dimensional rift, the blood-red gemstone in his chest flashing bright, then dim.
With every flicker, the mineral-vein energy of the Morgrath mountains shuddered in response. Even the tokens that had just burst from the ground froze in midair, like their trajectories had been pinned down by that pressure.
Ethan exhaled slowly and rose higher.
