Ethan touched down slowly, the Scepter of the Fey Sovereign still pulsing with a fading green glow in his hand.
He stared at the charred corpse before him, voice calm—so calm it chilled the air.
"You were the lord of the twentieth floor of Sky Citadel."
"In other words—everything below that is empty now."
The Scorpion Lord's eyes flew open, wide with disbelief.
His voice trembled. "You… you're insane! That's Sky Citadel you're talking about! The higher you go, the things up there… they'll—"
"Tear me limb from limb?"
Ethan's lips curled into a faint smile, a cold gleam flickering in his eyes.
"Let them try."
He raised the scepter.
A blade of emerald light shimmered into being.
—Boom.
The scepter came down, piercing straight through the scorpion's heart-core.
In an instant, a strange current of light surged through the air.
It was the Scorpion Lord's remaining power, being absorbed by the system.
