The instant Ethan felt the power riding on that enormous figure in the distance, his eyes went wide.
The battlefield had only just been cleared. Dreadok's lingering fire-aspect energy still hung in the air, mixed with the scorched bite of places Ethan's translucent lightning had burned through everything. But the moment that presence pressed in from afar, it bulldozed all of it aside. Even the thunder net above the city was forced downward, sinking like the sky itself had gained weight.
Ethan hadn't expected something like this to show up now—something this strong.
He didn't dare slack off for even a second. He snapped his palm up, drawing translucent lightning, violet runes, golden energy, and the last traces of Infernal Primordial Power inside him into a single point. The forces compressed again and again in his hand until they finally formed a massive golden sphere.
