Ethan stood below the battlefield, his face going fully dark.
If they kept fighting like this, this whole world might actually get torn apart.
His breathing hitched.
High above, Lily's power was still crashing violently against that towering figure. Snow-white lightning ripped through the phantom outline of a phoenix—only for the phoenix's nirvana flames to stitch the wounds back together again and again. Every collision detonated another spread of space fractures across the sky. The cracks linked together until it looked like the heavens themselves were being pried open by brute force.
This was the first time Ethan had ever seen a battle like this with his own eyes.
