The white crane twisted through the mist like a serpent of cloud, diving straight for Ethan again. Its aim was unmistakable—his brow. That meant only one thing: a direct Soul attack. In this world of awakened powers, the brow acted as the gateway to one's spiritual consciousness. Vulnerable. Exposed. A precise hit could spell disaster.
"Hmph…" Ethan exhaled softly.
Then he did something no sane person would've dared.
He dropped his guard.
He opened his brow deliberately, parting the defenses of his spiritual gate. A pale white vortex bloomed there, swirling open like a third eye. If anyone had witnessed it, their jaw would've hit the floor.
And through that opening, the crane plunged straight in.
Just moments ago, the childish voice inside the Twilight War Spear had practically screamed in his mind:
"Master, let it in! Luna's hungry…"
