The Abyssal Empress saw it too.
She lifted her chin slowly, her voice still laced with that same seductive pressure—soft, but heavy enough to crush.
"Kid. Your body's at its limit, isn't it?"
Her eyes traced the cracks splitting Ethan's flesh, and her tone smoothed out, almost patient.
"Keep going like this, and your own power will blow you into minced meat."
She took a step forward. The shattered space around her trembled lightly with the motion, as if the air itself had to make room.
"Come to my side. Be my guardian."
Her gaze dropped to the energy sphere at Ethan's chest.
"I can make you the supreme, unrivaled Supreme Deity of the Infernal Abyss."
She was still trying to talk him down.
After fighting this long, she had already felt how abnormal Ethan's power was. If she kept forcing a head-on clash, she might not win as cleanly as she wanted. And more importantly—she had figured it out. Ethan's current strength was being held up by fusion.
