Ethan slammed into the demon again, the impact detonating through the air like a thunderclap. The sky itself seemed to shudder. Space rippled and cracked around them, as if the world couldn't bear the weight of their clash.
Below, the old man's eyes burned with a fierce, unwavering light. His voice, low and rough with fury, cut through the chaos. "That damned demon… it's slaughtered so many of our kin. Drove us into the dirt, forced us to survive like rats in the dark. If we don't act now, even that pitiful existence will be gone."
He paused, then turned to the Fairies still kneeling in the dust. His gaze was hard, resolute—there was no room left for fear. "The Fairy God has returned. Now is the time. Give her everything you have!"
His jaw clenched, rage and resolve twisting in his expression. "Kill that thing. Make it pay. We can't let it keep tearing through our world."
The Fairies looked up, one by one. Their eyes met his—and in them, the same fire began to burn.
