As for Ethan himself—
He didn't have a so-called "clear racial advantage."
But that was exactly the point.
Every power fused within him had already proven capable of bearing the weight of laws.
So when the blood-red energy surged into his body, it didn't try to take over.
It simply—
Got pulled into a resonance that had already been in motion.
Destruction. Rage. Dragonkin. Elven. Elemental…
Each of these forces, already powerful to the point of imbalance, were awakened at once—stacked, restructured, and re-aligned under the pressure of the crimson energy.
Not bloated.
Integrated.
In that moment, Ethan's entire aura underwent a fundamental shift.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
The space beneath his feet collapsed inch by inch, like the world itself was recalibrating to account for his presence.
And all of it—
Was clearly visible to the creature still trapped inside the energy barrier.
Its pupils shrank violently. For the first time, real fear twisted across its face.
