The sky over every major city was no longer blue; it was a bruised, bleeding violet.
[Master, final scans are complete] Crul's voice echoed in Ethan's mind, cold and analytical amidst the global screaming. [The invaders' power levels are confirmed. They are all at the Spiritual Gathering Realm - Spiritual Condensation Stage.]
Ethan's lips pulled back into a feral, bloodthirsty grin. The adrenaline hit his system like a drug. "So... they are weaker than me. They came to conquer a world of ants, not realizing there was a wolf in the nest."
"Crul, send a global broadcast immediately," Ethan commanded, his voice vibrating with power. "Order all Royal forces and surviving local militias to retreat. Fall back to the underground bunkers. Do not engage. If they stay and fight, they die. Tell them to buy time... the King is going hunting."
