From afar—
Alaric, still locked in fierce combat with Kaelira, suddenly froze mid-motion.
The moment he turned and saw what had happened, his entire body went rigid.
That thing—
The ultimate weapon forged by the Crocaster Empire through countless resources, experiments, and sacrifices.
The Empire's trump card.
And it had been completely destroyed… in just a few breaths.
"No… no way…"
His mind snapped.
"AAAHHH—!!"
Alaric let out a roar, raw and feral.
He unleashed his full power in a single violent burst, blasting Kaelira back. Then, without a second thought for formation or consequence, he charged straight at Ethan.
This wasn't strategy.
It was rage.
It was vengeance.
Kaelira's expression shifted instantly.
She knew better than anyone how dangerous Alaric truly was.
"Ethan—!"
She shot forward in a streak of violet lightning, pure instinct driving her.
But she was too late.
