What stunned Desert Queen Kaelira even more—
Was that the longer the battle raged, the stronger Ethan became.
His aura didn't wane with exertion—it surged, like oil poured onto open flame. His power climbed with every breath, every strike, until it began to brush dangerously close to her own.
And then—
The Dragonscar ranks parted.
A broad-shouldered man stepped forward, his body sheathed in deep crimson scales that shimmered like molten iron. The moment he appeared, the surrounding warriors instinctively backed away, giving him space.
His voice rumbled with the resonance of ancient dragonkind. "Who are you?"
He studied Ethan with narrowed eyes. "The Dragon God's power flows through you… the same as ours. By all rights, you should be kin to Dragonscar. So why fight for Sol'Rakka?"
Ethan didn't answer.
He simply raised his hand—
And compressed his power into a single, blinding sphere of energy.
Then hurled it.
"You—!"
