Ethan finally let out the breath he'd been holding.
When Sylvarion first appeared, the violet gemstones on his body had nearly lit up half the sky. Even the spatial corridor he casually formed was enough to pour in an entire fleet of warships. For a moment, Ethan had thought he'd run into something nightmarish—an existence that would take everything they had just to survive.
Now, though?
He'd overestimated him.
Sylvarion. That was the name the system displayed.
His strength wasn't weak by any stretch, but his core attribute was Sylvan Magic—and the flames Ataneya wielded now happened to suppress that kind of energy perfectly. As long as Ataneya was the one facing him, Sylvarion's seemingly domineering violet power and wood-aspected aura would struggle to show their real bite.
Sylvarion no longer looked like the lofty figure who'd descended moments ago.
