Ethan didn't stop for even a second.
If the thod worked, there was no reason to waste ti.
He imdiately had people clear space, then pulled out more Creature Dwellings one after another, feeding in everything he could use—resources, troops, leftover energy—without holding back.
Very quickly, the summoning ramped up at a nearly insane pace.
One ant after another was sent in, and then whole batches of new ants were summoned back out.
Even the little residual energy left in the Dark Abyss started getting burned down fast, like the last groundwater being pumped from a dried-up riverbed—bit by bit, it hit bottom.
But Ethan only got more excited.
He honestly hadn't expected he could use this to directly double an entire ant legion.
By the ti the last set of Creature Dwellings finally stopped running, the Dark Abyss's remaining scraps of energy had been squeezed almost completely dry.
At the sa ti, though, the size and quality of the army under his command had climbed to a whole new level.
He let out a slow breath, then made the call imdiately.
"Withdraw."
At the order, the people of Erald Castle ford up fast. With the newly expanded legion in tow, they marched out of the Dark Abyss in a great, rolling mass and returned to the mining region.
The mont they arrived, Ethan spoke again.
"Everyone listen—take every single energy ore here. All of it."
As soon as the command dropped, everyone split up and unleashed the power they'd just absorbed at full throttle. The mine was soon filled with continuous impacts. Chunks of high-density energy ore were forcibly excavated, cut free, and hauled away. The entire area fell into an efficient, almost raiding-style rhythm.
And while they were stripping the region bare—
On the edge of Nexaris, deep inside an ancient palace that had been buried under ice and snow for ages, a thick, archaic presence slowly stirred awake.
The palace was enormous, its interior almost entirely ford from frost, ice, and crystal. On a towering throne, a massive snow-and-ice giant slept in stillness—until, in that instant, his eyes snapped open.
"What… is going on…"
His voice was deep and hollow, echoing layer after layer through the palace.
"This world's power… why is it disappearing?"
As the words fell, a rumbling roar rolled off his body. That colossal form began shrinking rapidly, frost and energy peeling away in layers, until it finally beca a small boy who looked—honestly—pretty cute.
But the harmless appearance didn't blunt his danger in the slightest.
The next second, his figure flickered, and he shot out of the palace.
At the sa ti—
In the mine, Ethan had already drained almost all the remaining power from the area.
He was just about to pull everyone out completely when his heart suddenly clenched. An extrely powerful, extrely pure wave of energy was racing toward them at a terrifying speed.
It didn't feel like any enemy he'd faced before. It wasn't just killing intent or pressure—it felt like so kind of "origin response" from the world itself, sothing fundantal being jolted awake.
Ethan's guard snapped up instantly.
He raised a hand, condensed a brutal sphere of energy in his palm, and hurled it without hesitation.
But what he didn't expect was—his attack had barely flown out before sothing detonated it in midair.
The next mont, out of the explosion's light and drifting haze, a figure walked forward slowly.
A small boy.
Yet the aura pouring off him was strong enough to make your scalp go numb. And at his chest, that snow-white energy core felt almost like it shared the sa source as the last remnants of this world's power—like a true condensed chunk of Primordial Force.
"You people… who are you?"
The boy looked at them, brows slightly furrowed, his voice unnervingly clear.
"Why are you destroying the balance here?"
Ethan's expression darkened.
His instincts scread that this harmless-looking little thing was incredibly dangerous.
He drew in a breath, shifted one step back, and condensed an even stronger energy sphere. This ti, he didn't test. He fully compressed the power he'd just finished fusing, packing it in without leaving anything loose.
The instant the sphere left his hand, the surrounding energy was violently ignited.
Twisted waves ford a dinsional vortex along its flight path, surging forward like a drill chewing through space itself. Enemy or not—judging from the presence this kid was giving off, Ethan couldn't afford even a fraction of carelessness.
At the sa ti Ethan moved, the people of Erald Castle didn't hesitate for even a heartbeat.
They'd just absorbed a huge wave of power and were riding that peak-high adrenaline. Almost in perfect sync, they detonated all that newly gained energy at once.
Attacks of every imaginable attribute interwove in the air—like a teor shower that had been forced down early—slamming straight toward the little boy.
"BOOM—!"
Heaven and earth shook.
But just when everyone thought that barrage would finally force him to reveal his trump card, the boy only raised a hand, unhurried.
He gently swept both hands outward.
The next instant, the spatial "walls" in the sky began collapsing in sheets.
These weren't ordinary spatial cracks. It was more like he'd temporarily rewritten the structure of the entire area. Every collapsing layer of space looked like curtains being yanked down, rapidly swallowing every attack they'd fired into it.
Then—
crushing them.
No explosion.
No backlash.
Just a quiet, complete erasure.
"Bzz… bzz… bzz—"
A low resonance kept humming through the area.
Ethan's pupils constricted hard.
He hadn't imagined soone could deal with their combined firepower like that. It wasn't simple defense. It was closer to controlling space itself—cutting off, devouring, and dissolving any foreign force on the spot.
At this point, Ethan couldn't afford to hold anything back.
He released everything.
This was his absolute peak after fusion—true 34 Tier power. White lightning, Infernal attributes, and all kinds of newly rged, heterogenous energies surged wildly around him at the sa ti.
Power that could've suppressed an entire battlefield—
hit the boy and didn't even stir a decent ripple.
Like it had struck…
sothing that was truly "origin."
The boy's expression finally turned cold in a real way.
He suddenly barked a low shout, and a massive Energy Greatsword condensed in his hands. It wasn't a normal weapon—it was ford directly from Primordial Force, incomparably pure, incomparably ancient.
The mont the sword appeared, the air itself seed to sink under its weight.
"You rude little pests."
He lifted his head. Real anger surfaced in his eyes.
"Since you dared raise your hands against , then today you'll pay for what you've done."
In that instant, everyone in Erald Castle felt fear hit them on instinct.
Because anyone could see it—the power leaking off that Energy Greatsword wasn't sothing you could describe as a "normal attack" anymore.
It was the most primal, pure Primordial Force of this world. If that blade truly ca down, resisting it wouldn't even be the hard part. Just getting grazed by it would an disaster—at best a crippling injury, at worst being wiped out on the spot.
So for a mont, nobody dared step forward.
Even soone at Desert Queen Kaelira's level reflexively eased back a step under that crushing pressure.
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