Third Person's POV
And now, the creature that had treated it like a slave and the other creature that had nearly killed it had both fallen into a path of mutual destruction.
From the sheep demon's perspective, Ethan was now nothing more than a dying prey waiting to be harvested.
Seeing the demon steadily approaching him, Ethan's thoughts moved like lightning.
His body was already in an extremely dangerous state.
The poison was spreading inside his body despite his best efforts to slow its spread.
But his mana was in a losing battle as it became increasingly unresponsive.
His mana veins were beginning to atrophy, like desiccated nerves.
And yet, he knew that none of that mattered if he couldn't stay alive.
Whatever consequences awaited him afterward, surviving this moment came first.
Ethan's fingers slowly tightened.
His gaze remained fixed on the approaching sheep demon as a decision gradually formed within his mind.
'Do I have no choice but to use that?'
