Ethan didn't answer.
He simply closed his eyes for a heartbeat—and when he opened them again, his power ignited like a thunderclap.
BOOM—!
RUMMMMMMBLE—!!
The air tore apart. The world shuddered. The ground itself seemed to breathe, then collapse under the weight of what he'd become.
The pressure slammed into Malakar like a falling sky, so heavy he couldn't even lift his head.
His once-mighty divine body trembled under the force, no longer majestic—just barely holding together.
Cracks began to spread, not from the surface, but from deep within.
He tried to summon power—
And found nothing.
The god-body he'd fused with was still new. Unstable. Every ounce of strength was a patchwork of fragments, barely stitched together.
The earlier explosion, the relentless barrage—it had turned his energy core into a sieve.
Now, he was little more than a high-tier shell with no engine.
A monster in name only.
Ethan wasn't about to let that go to waste.
He raised a hand.
