Ethan didn't let up.
He gathered power again. This time, he compressed every last scrap of energy he had to the absolute limit, forging it into an even denser sphere. It wasn't big, but it felt impossibly heavy—like an entire storm had been crushed and sealed inside.
He whipped his arm and threw it.
The strike punched straight through the lightning domain, dead-accurate, and drilled through Zerathrax's chest.
The energy detonated inside him.
"BOOM—!"
With a rumble so deep it felt like the world itself had flinched, Zerathrax's body finally failed to hold its shape. The cracks on him went out of control in an instant, and his entire form burst apart like a container blown open from within.
Flesh, energy, abyssal aura—everything exploded into the air at once.
A chain of blasts echoed across the sky. Shards of broken space and violent energy currents intertwined and scattered, and the whole heaven-and-earth was swallowed by that savage force.
When it finally started to settle—
