Ethan gave a small nod, eyes sweeping over the crowd with quiet satisfaction. "From this moment on, you're mine. Form the contract—now."
The Fairies surged forward without hesitation, as if reborn. One by one, they dropped to their knees, heads bowed in solemn allegiance.
They weren't warriors by nature. Their kind was gentle, peaceful—despite the immense power they held, they lacked the means to wield it in battle. Against enemies, they were little more than lambs to the slaughter.
That was how they'd ended up here: isolated, oppressed, forgotten.
But now, with a single wave of Ethan's hand, he granted them power beyond imagining. It coursed through them like lightning through dry wood—raw, electric, and alive. Their eyes lit up with awe and gratitude, as if they'd glimpsed a future they'd never dared to hope for.
Swish.
Swish.
Swish.
