Truth be told, Ethan hadn't been worried about this war at all.
He'd faced enemies like this before. The entities from the Nether Sea had an almost instinctive fear of flame—especially the Undying Flame wielded by Phoenix Queen Ignara. That fire didn't just burn; it purified even the essence of death itself.
And now, Ignara was dozens of times stronger than she'd been back then.
The fire surrounding her was a storm of gold and crimson—blazing, pure, and crushing in its intensity. The air warped under the heat, and even the distant black mist was slowly evaporating.
By all logic, that flame should've been enough to incinerate any twisted abomination.
So when Ignara launched herself like a streak of fire straight at the man, Ethan had already pictured the outcome.
But—
The moment the two forces collided, something went wrong.
There was no explosion.
