Ethan fought to steady himself.
As Feylora poured every last drop of her energy into his Battle Mech, a surge of raw power exploded through him. It hit like a tidal wave—violent, unstoppable. He could feel her strength reaching its absolute limit, teetering on the edge of collapse.
The Mech roared to life, energy bursting from its frame in a blinding arc. In the sky above, that power coalesced into a massive, otherworldly silhouette—an enormous dragon, shimmering and unreal, yet terrifyingly present. With a thunderous cry, it lunged toward the girl.
This was it. Ethan's strongest move. If this didn't work—if even this couldn't bring her down—then he had nothing left.
Boom.
A deafening shockwave tore through the sky, the air itself rippling from the force.
But the girl didn't flinch.
