"Elira, I've got your back!" Ethan shouted, his face grim as he charged into the fray.
He unleashed every ounce of energy he had, diving straight into battle with the two Angelic powerhouses.
But it was obvious—he was outmatched. His current state and strength just weren't enough to go toe-to-toe with enemies of this caliber.
One blow was all it took.
Ethan was sent flying, blood nearly spilling from his lips as he crashed backward, barely staying on his feet.
"My Lord!" Elira's expression shifted instantly, panic flashing in her eyes.
"I'm fine… don't worry," Ethan waved her off, forcing himself to steady his breath, though his body still trembled from the impact.
"Hah! Pathetic. You really thought you could take us on?" one of the Angelic warriors sneered, his voice cold and dripping with contempt.
But before they could press the attack—
A violent surge of power tore through the air.
"Wrath of the Sea God!"
