The enemy that even he could not contend against had now fully unleashed the power of the artifact, using it to suppress the Map of the Eight Wonders.
There was no retreat.
No loophole.
Today, they were truly doomed.
"I don't accept this!!!"
Aemon roared hoarsely, veins bulging across his neck like twisted serpents. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with madness and unwillingness. He glared at Ethan as if he wanted to carve that calm face into his soul forever.
Spiritual energy erupted from his body like a flood bursting through a broken dam. He poured everything into the Map of the Eight Wonders, forcing the ancient secret treasure to tremble violently as it released layers of sealing light.
He wanted more power.
Stronger suppression.
Anything—anything—to stop that terrifying red-gold ancient clock.
But the gap was too vast.
Hopelessly vast.
