Ethan took a slow breath, forcing the irritation down.
Ghastly white lightning surged out of him as he lifted straight into the air. The spatial rift had only just opened—figures inside still hadn't fully stepped through—when a massive energy sphere was already forming in Ethan's palm.
Inside it, ghastly white lightning compressed together with the leftover aura from the silver-white gemstone…and a thin thread of dark ghost-blue patterning.
Ethan didn't ask who they were.
He simply threw it.
The sphere became a heavy streak of light and blasted straight into the rift. The edges of the tear expanded on the spot, the surrounding space caving like it had been struck by a sledgehammer—revealing a gaping rupture.
The figures inside didn't even get time to react.
They were crushed into meat by the impact.
A spray of blood mist burst outward through the tear, only to be shredded and scattered by the spatial turbulence.
"Don't attack!"
