Ethan hit the ground hard enough to rattle his bones.
Blackie caught him, but the force behind the impact drove both of them a full foot into the egg-packed sand. The recoil from that clash had been monstrous, far beyond what Ethan had expected. For a moment, the world rang in his ears.
His spear arm was completely numb.
Blackie didn't have the luxury of checking on him. He was already unleashing wave after wave of wide-area attacks, lightning and flame tearing through the air in violent arcs. Swathes of smaller mosquitoes vaporized instantly, only for the empty space to refill as if nothing had happened. The swarm moved like a living tide, surging in without hesitation.
Above them, the two-kilometer-wide giant mosquito shuddered.
A sharp series of cracks echoed from its proboscis where it had collided with the Twilight War Spear. Fractures spider-webbed across the massive appendage, racing a hundred meters up its length before the entire structure gave way.
Bang.
