At the center of the shattered bedrock, the pressure emanating from Ethan's figure reached a critical threshold. The sword energy emitted no light; rather, it swallowed the sunlight filtering through the Secret Realm's fissures. The air around him began to distort, forming a sphere of pure shadow that froze time and space in its path.
The abyssal mantis, having devoured the last of the males, erupted with a deafening roar. Its exoskeleton glowed with incandescent purple veins, and its wounds had completely healed. Feeling invincible with the newly absorbed power, it raised its two massive scythes and lunged at Ethan at a speed that broke the sound barrier, ready to behead him.
Ethan didn't move a single centimeter. Holding the Black Chaos Sword with both hands at his side, he locked his pitch-black eyes onto the abomination rushing toward him.
"Sever destiny...", Ethan the young man whispered.
SHING!
