Ethan watched the Mightkin warriors go berserk, and even he was a little surprised.
"Seriously," he said, almost gleeful. "You had to go and mock enemies who were already backed into a corner. Well? Enjoy that."
The moment Ethan realized the two sides hated each other, he'd started laying the groundwork to make them tear into each other.
He just hadn't expected the hatred to run that deep. He barely had to push—then boom, they were at each other's throats.
But watching the battlefield, Ethan could tell how this ended.
The Mightkin were fierce, sure, but they were going to lose.
They were down in numbers, and their high-tier fighters had already been dealt with. The power gap between the two sides was still there.
And the Umbrals' toolkit wasn't limited to decay rays and Blades of Decay, either.
The ground itself was rotting—soil and stone decaying underfoot. Up in the air, black fog spread like a stain, and it had the same decay effect.
