"What… is that…?"
Someone whispered, voice shaking.
The next second, a soldier dropped to his knees.
Then a second.
A third.
More and more people caved under the pressure, their bodies surrendering on instinct.
It wasn't fear.
It was instinct.
The instinct of a lower life-form facing a higher existence.
Ethan slowly lifted his head.
His pupils tightened.
He saw it.
High in the sky, something was floating there.
At first, it had no fixed shape.
Like a mass of black liquid, endlessly spiraling.
Space warped around it.
Light got swallowed.
Like reality itself was rejecting its existence.
Ethan didn't back down.
Primordial Force poured out of him.
His body rose, inch by inch, into the air.
Two powers squared off in the sky.
He lifted a hand.
Energy gathered in his palm.
A massive sphere of energy took shape, growing larger by the breath, blazing bright enough to light up the dim sky.
"Who are you?"
Ethan's voice was calm, but it carried weight.
"A Netherkin?"
