"Didn't expect it'd be some outsider who snatched the damn Scepter of the Fey Sovereign from those cursed Fairies! But it's over now. Hand it over, and I might let you live. Otherwise…"
A raspy voice echoed through the sky.
"…you're dead."
In the figure's hand, a jet-black scepter suddenly appeared, radiating a power that rivaled the Scepter of the Fey Sovereign—but its aura was completely opposite. Dark. Twisted.
"Oh yeah? Why don't you come and take it?" Ethan shot back, not a trace of fear on his face.
He took a deep breath—
—and unleashed his power like a tidal wave crashing across the battlefield.
BOOM!
RUMMMMMMBLE…
The figure didn't hesitate.
A surge of violent, chaotic energy exploded from him in response, slamming into Ethan's power head-on.
At the same time, his eyes flared red, madness creeping into his voice.
