Skyler floated high above, momentum surging as roaring power converged between his palms. Space couldn't withstand the violent surge—thin cracks splintered outward like a spider web.
Below, Karl Ashenvale sneered at Ethan.
"Boy, you still dare posture when you're about to die?"
His voice carried cold disdain as a long sword materialized in his hand, radiant with golden killing intent.
"Are you ready for your last words?"
Karl didn't wait for a reply. Sword intent erupted violently—like a divine blade descending from the heavens—as it expanded into a domain that swallowed Ethan instantly.
The next heartbeat, Karl's figure blurred as he shot forward like a golden meteor, slashing downward with merciless force.
"Sword Intent Domain?"
Ethan let out a soft laugh.
"Playing with a big sword in front of me?"
His lips curled into a lazy, contemptuous smile.
