Ethan cut his attack short, his eyes turning grim.
The liquid hadn't scattered.
Under the pull of the surrounding forces, it reconverged at terrifying speed—first knitting into a skeleton, then wrapping itself in flesh, then locking into the shape of a tall human silhouette. The presence wasn't that crude, lumbering giant anymore. This form was denser. Cleaner. Whole in a way that made the air feel sharper just being near it.
A violent surge exploded off the figure.
Ethan was blasted backward, thrown through the sky. The huge violet wings behind him shook under the pressure, fluttering hard just to keep him from tumbling. Space around them tore open with crack after crack, and from the edges of those rips seeped dark, writhing turbulence.
The figure lifted its head. A cold, vicious light burned in its eyes.
"I am the Supreme Deity of The Infernal Abyss."
His voice crushed down over the world, swallowing everything else.
"With what you've got… you could never kill me."
