Ethan never took his eyes off Sylvarion.
The moment that massive Sylvan Magic energy sphere finished taking shape above the valley, every vine and branch around it surged toward the same point, like the whole forest was being dragged into orbit. A deep green glow bled through the sky. On the ground, newborn roots crawled over the cliff faces like living things, clawing for purchase—trying to pry open the sea of fire Ataneya had used to seal the valley shut.
Sylvarion was about to go all-in.
Ethan caught the shift instantly.
He didn't give him the chance to push his power to its peak. The lingering snow-white lightning, the transparent lightning, the golden runes, and that Infernal Primordial Power inside him all flared at once. Multiple currents surged up from the depths of his meridians and blasted out through both arms.
Lily was no longer inside his body—but the portion of power she'd left behind still sat heavy in Ethan's core.
