Ethan attacked like a man who had already accepted the cost.
There was no rhythm, no restraint, just a relentless surge of soul force crashing forward again and again as if he meant to burn everything he had in one go. Yurix met him head-on, his own power rising to match, and every collision between them sent violent shockwaves tearing through the confined space.
Energy scattered wildly with each clash, splintering into fragments that should have lingered, should have been reclaimed, but Yurix didn't notice what was happening to it.
The moment that scattered energy touched the inner walls of the woven sphere, it vanished.
Ethan saw it clearly, and his eyes lit up with something sharp and eager.
Outside the sphere, though still within Ethan's mindscape, everything had already begun to change. Yurix couldn't see it through the dense lattice of branches, but the entire space had transformed.
