Ethan finally let out a slow breath.
If they'd gone head-on, with the raw power that bull had just shown, forcing it into submission would've been nearly impossible. But now that Queen Seraphine had shattered its nerve in one move, the situation was naturally a lot simpler.
Even so, Ethan's expression didn't soften as he looked into its eyes.
Those eyes were begging on the surface—but deep down, murderous intent still churned, thick enough to taste. That wasn't something that faded in a few seconds, and it wasn't something the word slave could erase. Keeping a creature like that around would be asking for trouble later.
Ethan exhaled, and the energy in his hand gathered again.
The bull was still bowing over and over, head low, completely unaware that Ethan's intent had already shifted.
Then—without warning—Ethan brought his palm down.
Bang!
