Ethan had never encountered power like this before.
Instinct kicked in—he immediately unleashed his own energy, pouring it through his meridians, and pushed the Powered Combat Armor to its absolute limit, trying to expel the invading force by brute will.
But no matter what he did—
It didn't work.
The power burrowing into him wasn't just invading—it was homing in, like it had found its rightful vessel, drilling deeper with wild abandon.
Right as he was on the verge of losing total control—
A surge of deathly white power blasted outward from within him.
The air dropped to freezing in an instant.
And from the space beside him, a slim, dangerously sharp figure slowly emerged—floating, hair drifting weightlessly in the icy wind.
Lily.
She hovered calmly in midair, eyes fixed on him.
Then—
The out-of-control infernal energy that had been tearing through Ethan went still.
