High above the ground, two figures tore across the sky at blistering speed.
Up front, Ethan balanced with a dagger under each foot, pushing his telekinetic flight to the limit—testing, just once, whether there was any chance he could shake the thing behind him.
There wasn't.
No matter how fast Ethan went, the massive ferocious beast behind him followed at the same pace, unhurried and effortless, like it was strolling through a park.
After a few hopeless seconds, Ethan's shoulders tightened.
…Yeah. That was enough.
He killed the escape fantasy and swallowed the frustration, forcing himself to "behave" and keep guiding it.
In front of a Stage SSS existence, everything he had—Teleportation, Nullspace Domain, even Absolute Stasis—felt flimsy.
Atlas City — Command Center
Maxwell's face was grim as he listened to the Satellite Operations Control Center director, Marcus Reed.
"You're sure that's Ethan?"
