Ethan stepped forward and gripped the man's throat.
"I don't care who used to own this world."
His voice was calm. Flat. But ironclad.
"From this moment on—"
"It belongs to me."
As the last word left him, his power surged. It poured down his arm and into Malvorn's body like a lightning strike.
BOOM!
The man's form shattered from the inside out, breaking into fragments of luminous energy that scattered into the air like sparks in the wind.
Only then did Ethan finally breathe.
The fight had given him a clear answer—
That man had been infused with a trace of Primordial Force.
There was no doubt.
Malvorn had been this world's true "master."
And now?
He was gone.
But the change didn't end there.
From the distant sky came a strange humming sound.
A massive bird-like creature winged past overhead, cutting a sharp spiral through the air before retreating quickly into the clouds.
Then—
The forest erupted.
Howls rose up from deep within the woods—dozens, then hundreds.
