"No!"
Malzorath roared, fury and panic twisting together.
"This is impossible! This is a high-tier Plane World—its power is endless. How could it be controlled by a human from some low-tier Plane World like you?!"
He struggled like a madman. The blood-red core in his chest flashed nonstop, and Baldoran Riftforce clawed at the restraints, trying to tear open a way out.
But Ethan had the weight of all Elysion pressing down. Malzorath's thrashing only made the surrounding裂 fissures flare brighter—he couldn't actually break free.
Ethan didn't answer.
He simply kept pushing his power down.
A rapid series of crackling snaps rang out—bones breaking one after another—mixed with the wet, ugly sounds of flesh being crushed, twisted, and torn.
Malzorath's huge body kept shrinking under the pressure. His shoulders caved. His arms warped at unnatural angles. The blood-red gem in his chest pulsed bright, then dim, like it was about to give out at any second.
