"What the hell is that thing…?" Ethan muttered, his brows furrowing as a wave of pressure slammed into him like a wall. "That aura's insane…"
He hadn't expected something like this to be lurking in the ocean depths.
Judging by the way it was acting, this thing had clearly come for the orb he'd just absorbed.
"Vorthalith! Are you looking to die?" Andona's voice rang out, cold and sharp as a blade. "Don't forget—I'm your guardian. And you? You're nothing. If you want to live, get lost. Otherwise, I swear, you'll regret it."
As she spoke, her power surged outward like a tidal wave.
BOOM!
Dark energy condensed above her, forming a massive obsidian greatsword that hovered in the air, crackling with death and judgment.
Ethan opened his mouth to say something, but before he could get a word out, Andona had already taken flight—her six wings flaring wide as she shot toward the monstrous serpent, the Obsidian Greatsword in her hands, swinging it down with terrifying force.
