"Elira, that puppet's all yours next," Ethan said, his voice sharp and focused. "Everyone else, stick with me. No solo fights—stay in formation and push together!"
He'd already mapped out the battle plan in his head, wasting no time.
But even as he spoke, the Overlord from the Dungeon—Mordrakar—was already closing in, a cruel smirk twisting across his face. His arrogance practically oozed from every step he took toward them.
"So, you're the so-called Lord of Emerald Castle?" Mordrakar sneered, his voice low and mocking. "First time we've met, sure, but I've heard your name tossed around for a while now. Doesn't matter though—this is where it ends. You made it this far, now leave your life behind."
Without another word, he lunged straight at Ethan.
"RAAAHHH!"
With a thunderous roar, Mordrakar unleashed his power. It exploded from him like a shockwave, flooding the battlefield with a suffocating, oppressive aura—all of it aimed directly at Ethan.
