Ethan stood amidst the gray dust, his fingers closing around the hilt of his sword.
As the Sword of Infinity fully manifested, the space around Ethan did not merely bend. It shattered. The blade hummed with a frequency that resonated with the very fabric of the reality itself.
In an instant, Ethan's aura underwent a violent transformation. His presence, which had been at the peak of the primordial realm, surged upward like a rising tide. It bypassed the Genesis realm entirely, piercing directly into the Axiom Dominion Realm.
"Your marrow," Ethan said, his voice carrying a strange double tone, like a choir layered over thunder, "will be more than enough to upgrade my artifact. Now, be a good boy and lay down your life in front of your Sovereign."
The entity inhabiting Rafael's body narrowed its eyes. The mockery in Ethan's voice was sharp, but it was the word Sovereign that made the creature flinch.
"Borrowing power from a weapon does not make you a god, boy," the entity hissed.
