Ethan's brow tightened sharply.
Poison.
And not the ordinary kind.
This was airborne—spreading with every breath.
If that scent was allowed to keep drifting through the battlefield…
Emerald Castle would become a slaughterhouse.
"Everyone, fall back! Now!"
The command tore from his throat like a roar.
The army moved instantly, retreating in waves.
But Ethan didn't move.
Instead, he flew forward—alone—straight toward the figure in the sky.
"You—" he called out, voice cold and razor-sharp. "You with Narlost too?"
The man didn't answer.
He simply narrowed that blood-red vertical eye in the center of his forehead.
And then—
Power exploded.
It was like the sky itself had been pinned down by an invisible hand. Energy compressed unnaturally, and in the man's palm, a massive energy sphere began to form—dense, unstable, lethal.
The moment he raised his arm to throw it—
Ethan moved.
No hesitation.
He hurled a golden energy orb straight at him.
BOOM—!
