"No way…!" Kardoketh's face twisted in shock, panic flashing in his eyes.
For the first time, regret crept in.
If he'd known it would turn out like this, he never would've come here looking for trouble.
But now? It was too late for second thoughts.
"I'll kill you!" he roared, eyes bloodshot, seething with murderous rage. He wanted nothing more than to tear Feylora apart right then and there.
BOOM!
Kardoketh thrashed with everything he had, trying to break free from Feylora's grip. Dark energy erupted from him like a volcanic blast—but it was being devoured, bit by bit. The more he struggled, the more chaotic his power became.
And just as he was flailing in desperation, a deadly force surged toward him—
Ethan appeared in a flash, right in front of him, fist cocked and glowing with golden Dragon God energy, blazing like a miniature sun.
"Did you forget about me?" Ethan sneered, his voice low and thunderous.
Kardoketh's heart clenched.
