Ethan flicked his hand, and a crystal core dropped neatly into his palm.
He glanced at the giant bird's corpse, folded its wings inward, judged the size, then waved again—storing the whole thing into his spatial storage ring.
This bird had looked like it could blot out the sky when it spread its wings, but once folded up it was way smaller than that Stoneplate Behemoth. Barely manageable. Still, it could squeeze into the ring.
After that, Ethan dismissed the Deadlock Dimension.
In the next instant, his body reappeared where he'd originally been.
The moment he was back, he felt it—pure chaos in every direction.
He looked around and immediately understood why. The fighting here had somehow gotten even more brutal than everywhere else.
Didn't take a genius to guess who was responsible.
Chris and the others.
"Boss, you're done already?" Big Mike shoved his way over, grinning like an idiot.
"You're the one who's fast." Ethan rolled his eyes.
