Leon didn't let that moment linger.
Wings snapped wide. His aura surged to a violent crescendo. The glacier-like feathers glinted with destructive elegance as his power gathered in a single direction: Ethan.
A trail of runes spiraled across Leon's arms like chains reacting to a furious master.
"Frozen Oath. Absolute Dominion!"
Ice-concept severed the world once more.
The sky went rigid. Space itself crackled like porcelain starting to split. Ethan felt gravity give way to something worse: inevitability. His movements thickened, slowed to a predator caught mid-pounce and forced into a painting.
Leon blurred forward, sword swinging in a two-handed diagonal cut that should have parted Ethan in half.
But instinct and will are stubborn things.
Ethan tilted just enough. The blade carved into his armor, ripping plates and drawing silver-gold blood, but missing the kill.
Pain burned hot through Ethan's ribs. He didn't flinch.
He slammed his palm against Leon's face.
