Ethan stepped up and gave the old man's shoulder a light pat. His tone was gentle, but there was steel under it.
"Don't take it so hard. You can go to a new world and build your future over from scratch. Trust me—your people will come back for you soon enough. You're their backbone."
It was meant as comfort, and Ethan didn't drag it out. He turned, took Feylora with him, and led the army forward in a massive surge toward the core energy vein's location.
And yeah—this place was saturated.
Even with the core energy close to running dry, the power here still carried a violent, feral edge. The instant Ethan brushed against it, his bloodline boiled. Something inside him roared awake, like an urge he couldn't clamp down on.
At that point, he stopped caring about anything else. He plunged straight into the storm of energy and started absorbing it like a man possessed.
