Ethan's sudden appearance in the middle of the crowd sent a jolt of panic through the attackers.
The ones closest to him scrambled, ditching their SMGs for melee weapons in a desperate attempt to fight back.
But could they really fight back?
If Tier 5 crushed Tier 4 like a boot on an ant, then Ethan—now a Stage D Tier 6—was a god stomping through a sandbox.
Tier 4 elites maxed out at around 3,000 pounds of force. Stage D started at 10,000. No tricks, no finesse—just raw, overwhelming power. Every swing of Ethan's barbell bar was a death sentence. No injuries. No survivors. Just bodies.
Across the battlefield, Chris blinked into existence beside a cluster of enemies, joining the fray without hesitation. At the peak of Tier 5, he was a whirlwind of violence, tearing through opponents with brutal efficiency.
