The other human Awakeners watched as the Zombie King was forced to retreat under the relentless assault of Howard's flames. Their spirits soared—at this rate, it felt like taking him down was only a matter of time.
But then, Ethan calmly reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Huh? What's he doing?"
Confused murmurs rippled through the crowd.
With one swift motion, Ethan yanked off his white dress shirt and tossed it aside, revealing a body carved from stone—every muscle sharply defined, like it had been sculpted by a master artisan. He looked less like a man and more like a living weapon.
At the same time, the energy of the Domain of the Dead surged around him, swelling to its absolute limit.
The pressure that followed was suffocating—like a tidal wave of blood crashing down from the heavens.
Gareth's psychic field shattered like glass. His mind spasmed, and for a split second, he lost focus.
"So strong…"
