Ethan saw it instantly—
The Bloodfiend wreathed in crimson flame carried Fairy energy deep inside him.
But that power was shackled, buried so far down it didn't dare rise.
"Not fully fused," Ethan thought, eyes narrowing.
"He's afraid of losing control."
A cold smile tugged at his lips.
"Fool."
He stepped forward.
The ground cracked beneath his foot.
Behind him, golden light surged upward, coalescing into the silhouette of a dragon—massive, radiant, and unlike anything born of a single race.
Its wings were alien, not belonging to any known species. Each scale shimmered with a different rune:
Fey. Bloodfiend. Dragon. Human…
All the symbols of power, woven together into a strange, majestic order.
Ethan's voice rang out, cold as forged steel:
"Every Bloodfiend in this city is an insect to me.
Kneel. Serve me.
Or I'll drain your souls dry."
The air itself seemed to freeze under the weight of his words.
The Bloodfiend hesitated—visibly shaken.
