Everyone froze.
No one had expected it—
Ethan was still alive.
But now, his entire body was encased in Powered Combat Armor, and the energy radiating from him made it impossible to tell what condition he was actually in.
What shocked them even more was that the aura surrounding Ethan wasn’t singular—it was a fusion of three completely different life forces.
Each one pulsed with intense vitality, as if representing a separate, powerful existence.
And the most staggering part?
The power Ethan was releasing had already reached the peak of 31st Tier.
There was no doubt—this level of strength was far beyond anything anyone had anticipated.
"Well, well... didn’t think I’d be seeing the Vorgar Empire’s dogs today," Ethan said, his voice laced with biting sarcasm and barely restrained fury. "You people really are arrogant. Couldn’t stay in your own world, had to co barging into mine? You must have a death wish."
But his voice wasn’t alone.
Woven into it was another—feminine, commanding, and unmistakably familiar.
It was Lily’s voice—older, sharper, radiating overwhelming dominance.
The mont Varkhan heard it, his entire body jolted. His expression twisted into one of pure shock.
He trembled uncontrollably, as if so ancient, unspeakable pressure had just slamd down on him.
"You’re... the Abyssal Empress!" Varkhan’s voice cracked with fear.
Ethan didn’t respond.
He simply stepped forward, rising higher into the air. His movents were light—almost graceful, like a young woman’s—but every step carried an unstoppable force.
With each stride, the Combat Armor surged to its limit. Every weapon system flared to life, blades and cannons gleaming with lethal intent.
But the armor couldn’t handle it.
Cracks began to spread across its surface—fine, white fractures like frost crawling across glass. They spread fast.
Then, without warning, a storm of energy erupted behind Ethan, coalescing into a pair of massive white wings.
He looked like an angel descending from the heavens.
"If you know who I am," Ethan said with a cold smirk, "then get on your knees. Worship. What are you waiting for?"
His voice dripped with mockery.
Varkhan’s legs buckled as if shackled by invisible chains. He dropped to his knees with a thud, eyes wide with terror.
His power drained from him in an instant, like it was being sucked out by so overwhelming force.
His arms went limp. Violent winds howled around him. He could feel every ounce of strength being stripped away, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
The soldiers of Erald Castle stood frozen in shock.
Even they were overwheld.
Their bodies began to tremble, so letting out involuntary cries of pain. Nearly half of them lost their strength in a flash. A few couldn’t withstand the pressure at all—their bodies exploded midair, blood raining down like a crimson storm.
The sudden shift left everyone stunned.
They could see it was Ethan’s body up there—but whatever was inside it now, it wasn’t just him.
Sothing else was in control. Sothing terrifying.
Fortunately, Ethan—or whatever was inside him—hadn’t attacked yet.
If he had, none of the enemies present would’ve survived.
In just a few seconds, Ethan appeared directly in front of Varkhan.
His voice dropped, low and cold, seething with fury.
"You really thought kneeling would save you? You worthless insect. You dared to act arrogant in front of ? Who gave you that kind of nerve?"
Varkhan shook violently. His strength collapsed completely. His will shattered under the Abyssal Empress’s gaze.
He realized, in that mont, that he was nothing.
A speck of dust before a storm.
No matter what had happened to Ethan, the pressure rolling off him now crushed everything in its path.
And Elira didn’t hesitate.
She led her forces straight into the heart of the Vorgar formation.
The battle reignited with a deafening roar. Explosions thundered across the sky.
Varkhan stood paralyzed, unable to move, unable to speak.
He just watched—watched as his army was torn apart.
He didn’t even try to command them. He couldn’t.
He was no longer a general—just a man waiting to die.
Ethan stepped closer, his body glowing with dense white energy.
It wasn’t just power—it was presence. It wrapped around Varkhan like a cage, locking him in place.
"No matter what you are," Ethan said, voice like a blade of ice, "you crossed . And for that... you die."
The words echoed through the air, sharp and final.
Varkhan’s armor cracked, then shattered.
The white energy tore into him without rcy.
His body was ripped apart, piece by piece, until nothing remained but blood and mist.
He was gone—erased from existence.
"Didn’t expect it to be your body in the end," Ethan’s voice rang out with a cold chuckle, like he’d seen straight through everything. "Still, the compatibility between our powers is... impressive. Looks like I’ll be staying inside you for a while."
Then his tone dropped, sharp and icy.
"Treat my juvenile form well. Because when I get my mories back—if you’ve done anything to it—I’ll tear you to pieces."
As her final words faded, the overwhelming tide of white energy began to recede, vanishing like a storm pulling back into the sea.
And then—
Ethan snapped back to himself.
The world around him slowly returned to normal. He could see clearly again.
He rembered everything.
When he fell into the energy core, the surrounding power had surged into him like a flood, seeping into every cell, every nerve.
That was when Lily’s power had awakened—fully. And then, it had taken over.
Even though Ethan had remained conscious the entire ti, he hadn’t been able to move a muscle. He’d watched, helpless, as Lily used his body to obliterate Varkhan.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady the storm inside him. His thoughts were a tangled ss of shock, awe, and unease.
He’d never imagined the energy here could restore Lily to her adult form—and let her take control of him, even if only briefly.
Thankfully, that power had already been released. If it had stayed inside him any longer, he wasn’t sure his body could’ve handled it.
Up above, the battle was nearly over.
Erald Castle’s forces had seized the upper hand. The bulk of the Vorgar army had been wiped out.
Ethan’s patience had long since run dry.
The energy still lingering in his body surged like a broken dam, flooding outward in a shockwave that rippled through the air. Without hesitation, he dove back into the fight.
Even though the earlier eruption had drained so of the pressure, the power inside him hadn’t fully faded.
Right now, his strength sat solidly at mid-31st Tier—terrifying by any standard.
As the last of the enemy forces fell, the battle drew to a close.
Ethan was the first to breach the Vorgar flagship.
The ship was massive—its scale alone was staggering. Its weapon systems and tech were far beyond anything the Doomsday Ark had ever fielded.
If they could reverse-engineer this thing, Erald Castle could leap forward in military power—maybe even rewrite the rules of war.
Ethan’s heart pounded with excitent. He imdiately ordered his science teams to begin a full analysis.
But just as he was about to lead the cleanup effort—
The sky twisted again.
A spatial vortex tore open above them.
From it, a dozen unfamiliar figures stepped out, cloaked in black energy. The air turned razor-sharp with tension.
The man at the front glanced around, frowning.
"Figures," he muttered. "They gave us the wrong coordinates again. This has to be a low-tier Plane World. No way a civilization this strong should exist here."
As he spoke, he began forming an energy sphere in his palm—clearly preparing to wipe Erald Castle off the map.
But before he could launch it—
Ethan was already in the air.
Hovering high above, his aura exploded outward, slamming into the man like a tidal wave.
The stranger’s body locked up instantly, completely engulfed by Ethan’s power.
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