Ethan's eyes flicked slightly, but he didn't stop her.
Because in that split second, the system's scan results had fully loaded in his vision.
—Origin: Kingdom of Calrakk.
—Title: Hellbound Ravager.
—Tier 28, early stage.
Not a diplomatic envoy.
But a frontline combatant—
The kind you send in when negotiations are just a formality before the bloodshed.
Which meant only one thing:
They never intended to talk.
THUD!
The Hellbound Ravager slammed into the ground, the impact cracking the earth beneath him like a spiderweb.
But he was already moving the next second.
A roar tore from his throat, twisted with surging energy. He swung his massive scythe, forged from that same warped power, and the entire area was swallowed in a wave of destruction and darkness.
The fight went white-hot in an instant.
Two Tier 28s clashing head-on, holding nothing back.
The sky buckled. The ground heaved. Even the distant city defenses trembled under the shockwaves.
They were evenly matched.
