Ethan hoisted Feylora onto his back again.
Power surged through him like a golden tempest, the energy from the core roaring down his veins. It poured into the 98th floor battlefield in a relentless cascade, a divine flood that refused to stop.
And just like that, the tide turned.
What had been a one-sided slaughter flipped in an instant.
The Sky Citadel forces were crushed in sweeping waves, their formations shattered. Meanwhile, the warriors of Emerald Castle not only recovered to peak condition—they surged beyond it. Across the board, their Tiers spiked, the entire army ascending as if lifted by unseen hands.
Their strength now felt endless, like a well that would never run dry.
"I'll kill you all! I'll kill every last one of you!!"
The High Lord, blasted back to the 98th floor by the backlash of power, had lost all control. He swung his holy sword in a frenzy, fury erupting from him like ten volcanoes going off at once.
But then—
Vmmm—
Vmmm—
VMMM—!
