But the mistake was already made, and there was no turning back. All Ethan could do now was pray that the figure he longed to see in the sky was still safe. That silhouette had vanished from sight, leaving him alone in Shatterstar, retreating at full speed.
The fiery red energy orb continued to swell, and he had no way of knowing what its destructive power would be when it finally detonated. Already, a third of the Blood Realm's void had collapsed, scorched into nothingness by the inferno. Shockwaves rippled endlessly across the land. As far as he could see, there were no black-armored soldiers left, no masters of the Blood Clan, only devastation.
Shatterstar's alarms screamed in his ears. Shield integrity had fallen below fifty percent. The void itself was collapsing, and cosmic turbulence now tore through the Blood Realm. Even if the fiery orb vanished at this moment, the world was crippled beyond repair. No life could survive here again.
