Ethan didn't have time to check his own condition. His body still hummed from the aftermath of battle, but before he could even take a breath, Hayes and the others were already shouting his name in alarm.
"Zatan, what are you doing?"
There was something wrong with their voices. It wasn't just confusion or anger, but a thick, suffocating terror that made Ethan's chest tighten even before he understood why. A second later, he felt it too. The air itself had changed. It was saturated with something dense and oppressive, like heat rising from boiling water, except this was blood energy, churning and rolling through the surroundings in violent waves.
His heart lurched as he turned his head.
