"Where'd he go?" The Lizardfolk Leader stood frozen, eyes wide with disbelief.
Then, a voice spoke casually from right behind him.
"Hey. Mind if I ask you something?"
"Wha—?!" He spun around, heart lurching in his chest.
Ethan was standing there, completely unharmed, not a scratch on him—like he'd never even been touched.
"Boys, get him!" the Lizardfolk Leader roared, snapping back into rage.
The others let out guttural screeches and charged forward in a frenzy.
But the moment they got close—everything stopped.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
One after another, their bodies exploded in mid-air. Blood mist sprayed through the trees, and shattered limbs hit the ground with sickening thuds.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of Lizardfolk were dead—slaughtered without even landing a hit.
The jungle fell silent again, eerily so.
"Wh-what the hell…" the Leader stammered, the only one left standing. His eyes were wide, his body trembling uncontrollably.
