Ethan looked down at it, his voice steady, stripped of emotion.
"I'll give you one chance to live," he said.
"Tell me—where did you come from? Why did you attack me?"
His tone sharpened. "If you don't talk, I'll skin you and make boots out of your hide."
But the bull didn't show even a flicker of fear.
Its blood-red eyes only burned fiercer with madness. A guttural growl rolled out of its throat, low and feral—like it had lost all trace of reason or language.
Even pinned to the ground, the thing kept thrashing violently, trying to tear free.
Ethan's brows drew together slightly.
—This wasn't normal beast behavior.
It felt like something was driving it—pushing it forward with zero regard for survival. No room for negotiation.
He stopped holding back.
An Energy Disc pulsed into being in his palm. The air around it shimmered, faint ripples twisting space.
Then in the next instant, the blade dropped.
Shhk!
