Ethan froze for a second.
Then it hit him.
"…He can just leave like that?"
For the first time, he truly realized—
Arkhadon wasn't just escaping.
He was actively shifting his spatial frequency, hiding himself completely within the fabric of space.
This wasn't teleportation in the usual sense.
It was—
Direct manipulation of space itself.
That thought sent a chill crawling down Ethan's spine.
A second later, rage drowned out reason.
With a roar, he slammed his energy greatsword into the ground.
BOOM!
Chunks of stone exploded outward.
He pointed in the direction Arkhadon had vanished and let loose a string of curses—loud, vicious, and completely unfiltered.
One after another.
He didn't hold back.
The tirade went on for quite a while.
No one dared approach.
The energy still rippling off the Powered Combat Armor was wild and unstable, spreading in waves like the eye of a storm that hadn't yet passed.
Getting close now would mean getting hurt.
