Ethan's gaze slowly cooled.
He stopped trading head-on blasts with the minotaur. Instead, he pulled the translucent lightning tight to the surface of his body.
The arcs compressed in an instant. His whole form collapsed into a streak of divine electricity and shot straight at the minotaur—and that massive blood-red energy body.
Lightning battered the air around him as he accelerated, and Infernal Primordial Power gathered into his palm.
It looked like a world-ending frontal strike.
The minotaur bared his teeth, spreading his thick arms forward. The blood-red energy body mirrored him, raising a fist.
Right as the two sides were about to collide, the power in Ethan's palm suddenly dispersed.
Boom!
A huge mass of thick smoke exploded across the sky.
The blast was loud and the spread was enormous, but the real destructive force was nowhere near as terrifying as it appeared. The rolling smoke swallowed Ethan's figure and cut off the minotaur's line of sight.
