"Good!" Howard agreed instantly—he'd been thinking the same thing. If they kept fighting, they were doomed. It would only end the same way it had beneath the Skywall all those years ago.
Now, their only hope was that Harren could take down the Zombie King.
With that decision made, he and Gareth shot backward, retreating from the battlefield at full speed.
Ethan's figure flickered—he was just about to give chase.
But then, a deafening crack of thunder exploded in his ears. Blinding lightning tore through the air, a surge of raw power crashing down on him.
"Your fight is with me!" Harren roared, throwing a punch straight at him.
He moved like lightning itself, the element crackling at his fist, white-hot and blinding, warping the very air around them.
Ethan narrowed his eyes. This veteran human warrior... he was no joke.
With a thought, Ethan unleashed the Domain of the Dead. A wave of oppressive energy surged outward, slowing Harren's movements as it pressed down on him.
