Volcanus tried to hurry his way out as spells blasted him off from every direction.
Within just a few minutes, the molten construct was being completely suppressed. Its hardened lava armor cracked under repeated blows, and chunks of molten flesh were torn apart and scattered across the battlefield.
Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the situation from a distance.
He could not allow this to happen. That construct was not something he could casually replace. It had taken time, resources, and careful preparation. The magic spells had cost a lot and he could not allow it to be for nothing. Losing it here would be a heavy loss.
Without hesitation, Ethan moved.
His figure blurred and then reappeared within the battlefield. The moment he stepped into range, his aura changed.
The draconic energy around him began to retract and condense, pulling inward like a breath being held before a strike.
