Ethan didn't hesitate for a second.
These goblins weren't sentient beings—they were just extensions of his will.
No matter how many exploded, he could summon more.
He sat cross-legged at the center of the swirling energy vortex, eyes cold as steel, his command sharp and absolute:
"Keep going—Goblins, blow him to hell!"
BZZT! BZZT! BZZT!
One after another, goblins marched out of the glowing portal, their bodies surging with unstable energy, each one a living bomb ready to detonate.
Draconiel roared, his scales cracking open, wings thrashing wildly as he tried to swat away the suicidal swarm.
Lightning and holy light burst around him, but the explosions came too fast, too relentless.
Each wave of self-destruction hit like a sledgehammer, forcing him back step by step.
"Damn it… Get away from me!!"
