"This is bad…" Ethan's face darkened, shifting between panic and calculation. His heart was racing. Sure, he had Ataneya and Elira on his side—both 15-Tier SS-ranked—but they still weren't SSS-ranked.
And that made a huge difference.
So now what?
A 2v1?
Even a 3v1?
Their chances were still slim.
Hell, Ethan himself wasn't even a 15-Tier S-rank yet, let alone SS or SSS.
But just as the dread started to settle in, a sudden idea sparked in his mind. His eyes lit up, and without hesitation, he unleashed all the Primordial Force he'd gathered from the Nethora World—every last drop of it.
And he poured it straight into Ataneya and Elira.
That one move—
It made their opponent's eyes go wide with shock, pupils contracting in disbelief.
"No way… How the hell do you have that much Primordial Force?!"
"Perfect. That confirms it," Ethan said quickly, nodding. "Ataneya, Elira—go! Use that power and kill him. He's weak to it!"
"Yes!"
"Understood, my lord…"
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