Ethan collapsed to his knees, body convulsing violently.
The golden light pouring from the energy sphere seared his vision, blinding him with its intensity. Every breath felt like fire in his lungs.
So this was it…
The source of the High Lord's power?
He was seconds from blacking out when—
A streak of green light shot past him.
Feylora.
"No—!"
He reached out instinctively, but she was already gone, hurling herself toward the golden core.
She didn't hesitate.
She pressed her palm straight into the sphere.
VMMMM—!!!
And then—something impossible happened.
That world-shredding, god-scorching energy—
Didn't explode.
It responded.
The power twisted inward, forming a vortex around her hand, as if recognizing her. As if obeying.
It began to pour into her body like a spring bursting open.
Ethan's eyes went wide.
She could absorb it?
This kind of power?
But the cost was immediate.
Feylora's voice cracked, trembling with agony. "Master… I—I can't hold it…!"
