Ethan finally let out a breath.
He hadn't expected Feylora to unleash that level of firepower.
But thinking about it, it wasn't all that surprising.
Feylora had always possessed an energy reserve far beyond the norm—enough to power others, even. In a way, she was a walking energy node.
And the War Machine—
Was built to be the perfect vessel for someone like her.
The Gnoll clearly realized it too.
His eyes locked onto the War Machine, and for the first time, a flicker of real caution crossed his face.
"Hmph. Just a metal box," he growled, voice low and forced, like he was trying to convince himself.
"Let's see how fast I can tear it apart!"
With that, his power surged.
High above, a massive energy sphere formed in the sky, pulsing with destructive force. He hurled it with a roar, the air screaming as it tore through the atmosphere.
...
Feylora didn't flinch.
