Feylora hovered high in the air, the white sphere floating above her palm. The power pouring out of it was no longer just light—it had taken on form.
A colossal fairy-like apparition slowly rose behind her.
It wasn't sharply defined.
But it felt ancient and sacred, like something left over from the first breath of the world.
The pangolin clenched its teeth so hard its jaw trembled.
It could feel its body nearing the limit. The strength the Infernal Abyss had granted it was bleeding away.
And this world… was refusing to accept its existence.
"It's not over yet!"
With a final roar, it squeezed out everything it had left, wringing its power down to the last drop.
At the same time—
Ethan stepped forward.
He wasn't just watching anymore.
The Infernal Primordial Power sleeping inside him answered his will.
Golden light rose from within his body. And behind him, a massive golden dragon phantom slowly took shape.
A manifestation of power.
A response from his bloodline.
