As Ethan's words fell, he raised his fist and slammed it toward Nyssara. Blood-red energy coiled around his arm like a dragon breaking free from the sea, its power radiating without restraint.
Under the crushing pressure of Ethan's Domain of the Dead, Nyssara couldn't even move. She trembled like a baby chick caught in a winter storm.
A Voidborn Undying from Heartland—reduced to this.
And in Ethan, she saw it. The aura of a true sovereign. Unshakable. Unstoppable.
BOOM!
The impact exploded outward. Energy surged in all directions, tearing the ground apart and warping the very air.
Nyssara's body shot backward like a baseball cracked out of the park, before crashing down hard like a ragdoll tossed aside.
Her bones shattered on impact, her limbs twisted at unnatural angles. Blood poured from every opening—eyes, ears, nose, mouth—painting her in crimson.
Her life force was fading fast. That one punch had dragged her to death's doorstep.
"Holy shit, he's strong…"
