Ethan’s brow tightened.
If this kept up, Idra was going to get overwheld—her power suppressed and reversed.
He was just about to step in when—
A sudden, familiar surge of energy flared above them.
Auri.
She appeared high in the sky, wings snapping wide open with a boom, like the night sky itself had been ripped apart.
Countless motes of light shimred into being around her—like stars drawn into orbit. A blink later, they converged into a storm of energy blasts and tore down toward the white orb and the man beneath it in a blazing, sky-filling barrage.
And in that instant, sothing shifted.
The flow of energy across this entire space changed.
Like the world itself had finally recognized—
They were the ones who belonged here now.
The raw power Idra and Auri had been pulling in over the past days... had already brushed the limit. And now, with both of them unleashing at the sa ti, it wasn’t just additive—it was reactive. This world amplified them.
This ti, the man’s expression finally broke.
He stared at the two girls, eyes narrowing as real fear surfaced for the first ti.
"...Impossible," he breathed. "How are you tapping into this world’s power?"
If this continued—
He’d end up the sa as the Prival Behemoth.
A sudden roar split the air, violent and guttural.
The man’s body swelled—bones snapping, skin splitting apart with sickening cracks.
In seconds, he’d transford into sothing twisted and wrong. Not wolf. Not dog. A grotesque hybrid of both, covered in fur threaded with shifting black-and-white patterns. What should’ve looked monstrous had an uncanny, almost cutesy appearance... but the aura that ca off him tipped straight into nightmare.
Savage. Uncontrolled. Insanely dangerous.
"You outsiders... really pissed off."
His killing intent detonated.
BOOM—!
A crushing shockwave burst outward, swallowing Idra and Auri in an instant.
But before he could follow through—before he could drop the real kill move—
Their auras suddenly snapped into perfect sync.
They didn’t speak. Didn’t need to.
After living in Ethan’s body for so long, the two girls had long stopped needing coordination.
Power flowed naturally between them—shared, rged, amplified.
And the next mont—
A cataclysmic surge of energy exploded in midair.
A massive sword took form. Oversized. Blinding. Forged from pure rule-bound light. Even before it struck, the space around its edge had already begun to collapse.
"Wh—!?"
The man’s pupils contracted hard.
For the first ti, he felt it.
Death—charging straight at him.
He tried to dodge. Instinct took over.
But he never got the chance.
Because before he could blink, a figure was already there—right in front of him.
Ethan.
He didn’t waste a word. No build-up, no flair.
He just stepped in and threw a punch.
BOOOOM—!!
Raw force slamd into the transford man like a freight train made of mountains. His mutated body went flying, crushed back into a craggy cliffside. The impact shattered stone like glass, debris spraying in all directions.
"You’re the kind of bastard that makes people sick," Ethan said coldly.
The energy in his palm surged, compressing into a massive orb.
He didn’t hesitate.
He hurled it straight down.
But—
Right before it made contact, the man’s body warped.
Not dodging. Not blocking.
Sothing pulled him.
Like an invisible hook in space yanked him sideways. His whole form stretched, distorted—then vanished completely.
Just like that.
Only the lingering ripples of his energy remained—shimring in the air like echoes refusing to die.
Ethan’s pupils shrank sharply.
A chill rushed up his spine like he’d just stepped into the shadow of sothing ancient and wrong.
That feeling—
Like sothing unseen was staring at him from behind. Frozen on him. Intent and lethal. But no matter how he searched, he couldn’t find the source.
The air still stank of the guy’s energy—strong, toxic, unraveling around the edges—saturated with pure malice.
But the man himself... was gone.
"He’s still alive," Ethan muttered, instinctually drawing power inward.
Then—
The world dropped.
It wasn’t just pressure—it was like the whole space had been forced downward, compressed by a presence too heavy to contain. Chaotic forces surged from all sides. The air twisted and folded, and inside the storm, a blurry figure slowly took shape.
The man reappeared.
But this wasn’t the sa person who’d shown up smirking in the trees.
That smug calm and conversational tone were gone—stripped away.
What stood there now radiated sothing darker. Colder. A murder-driven intent you could feel with your bones before your brain.
"Outsiders," the man rasped. His voice was warped, low and fractured—like sothing crawling up from deep beneath the earth.
"I gave you every chance."
"And you—actually tried to kill ."
As he spoke, a monstrous silhouette surged into view behind him—huge, hideous, and only half-ford.
It wasn’t solid. It didn’t need to be.
It was part of the world itself—dragged up and weaponized, a construct fused from the very rules of this space, like the land was lending its rage to him.
And then it hit.
Destructive force exploded outward, a flood of raw annihilation tearing across the clearing. All three of them—Ethan, Idra, and Auri—were instantly pulled into its radius.
Gravity warped. Space trembled. Even the air began to scream under the weight of it.
And just when that pressure surged to the brink of collapse—
Ethan turned.
In his hand—appearing without fanfare or motion—was a bone-white sphere.
The second it surfaced, the entire world paused.
Ti didn’t slow. It froze.
A wave of impossible pressure rolled out from the sphere, one that had nothing to do with raw energy.
This was sothing else entirely—
An existence that sat above the laws holding this world together.
The monster’s attack halted mid-burst, its energy suspended like a wave caught in glass. Then, with a hiss of resistance, it began reversing—peeled back by invisible hands, returning to the void it ca from.
"Wha—?!" the man gasped.
His eyes flew open. No pretenses now.
For the first ti, real, naked fear distorted his face.
But he never had the chance to act.
The white light surrounded him—complete and inescapable.
Ethan didn’t hesitate.
He let loose everything he had, his energy pouring into the sphere.
This wasn’t his technique. It wasn’t even his power.
It belonged to Lily—what she’d left behind.
Not a full manifestation. Not her true strength.
Just a fragnt.
But even a shadow of her presence was enough to make the world’s rules tremble.
The white glow pulled tight, focused into one point.
A spear ford in midair.
Not of tal—
...but of pure, crushing will.
And then—
It struck.
Shk—!
No explosion. No fire. No noise.
Just finality.
The man’s body was pierced straight through like it was made of paper.
His power shattered with him.
Behind him, the giant monster phantom cracked—then broke apart entirely, dissolving into nothing.
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