Third Person's POV
His anger was immense, and it was evident by the sheer pressure of his aura slamming into the air like a battering ram.
Electric arcs danced along his armor like mad serpents and the energy was so dense that it distorted the very air around him into a shimmering haze.
His black blade still crackling with his merciless black lightning streaks that gleamed under the broken sunset as he hurtled toward Ethan's back at a speed that split the air with sonic booms.
"You dare mock me?!" the knight's rough bell-like voice bellowed and reverberated across the ruined meadow like the howl of a vengeful storm.
Listening to the voice and the booming shockwaves it left behind, Ethan's instincts screamed louder than the thunderous echoes crashing through the air.
He didn't even spare a glance backward and he didn't need to.
