VMMM—
BOOOOOOM!
The Dragon God's energy erupted from Ethan like a tidal wave, shooting into the sky and shaking the heavens. It was raw, divine, and utterly overwhelming.
And more importantly—it was the natural enemy of Fiendish Power.
The moment it touched the air, Xymorg flinched. He immediately backed off, his wings twitching as if scorched.
His eyes narrowed, locking onto Ethan.
"Dragon God…? Hah. So it's true. You really possess that legendary power."
"Good. That means I can't let you leave here alive."
"Next time we meet… you'll die screaming."
And with that, he vanished.
Just like that—gone.
...
Ethan didn't chase him. He didn't even move.
He just watched him go, calm and collected.
There were two reasons for that.
First—he couldn't stop him. Xymorg's power was on par with Elira's. If he was determined to escape, there was no way they could pin him down.
Second—Ethan needed this.
