"Attack!" The Only One's roar shattered the tension, his aura exploding outward like a shockwave of crushing gravity.
The Obsidian-rank leaders shifted, their spiritual signatures flaring as they prepared to charge. The air grew heavy with the smell of ozone and ancient power. But before the first step could be taken, Ethan's voice cut through the noise, calm and chillingly precise.
"I know all of you are holding onto your Trump Cards," Ethan said, his eyes scanning the front line with predatory focus. "I also know that in a direct clash against all of you, I might die. But let's be clear about one thing: I am fast enough to take at least five or six of you to hell with me before I drop. So, who wants to be in the first half-dozen?"
The Only One's face twisted. "Don't listen to him! He's one man! A cornered animal! Attack now and end this!"
