Third Person's POV
No one can save you now.
The realization seed to ripple through the lackeys behind him too.
Their faces froze as their earlier somberness drained away and left behind only shock and terror.
The realization of Virelle's true identity and the magnitude of Ethan's supposed cri turned their blood to ice.
This foolish pretty boy... he had dared to touch what belonged to the youngest and most cherished prince of one of the two monstrous empires of this huge continent.
He was definitely beyond dead.
Aram, who was almost giddy with the thought of the political weapon he now held, opened his mouth to spit out another wave of shit, when suddenly he froze in mid-breath.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that sothing was wrong.
He blinked once and twice and even pitched his skin, but nothing changed, and a sense of faint panic rose in his chest.
The foul-mouthed and reckless Ethan still stood there in his calm and poised state, but where were the girls?
Where was the furious vampire princess, Virelle, and where was that angry but beautiful cat girl?
They were gone and had simply vanished as if they had never been there.
The hair on the back of his neck stood open, and his back was covered with cold sweat as a singular thought revolved inside his head,
When did they disappear? How had I or these idiots failed to notice? Is this pretty boy really hiding sothing even more terrifying?
A cold shiver ran down his spine, and he threw the thought of returning another volley of words at Ethan.
"Abel!!" Aram suddenly shrieked, and his voice cracked with barely contained terror as he swiftly turned to the hulking dark knight at his side.
"Attack! Attack and capture this boy for !!"
But to Aram's horror, even before his barked command could fully leave his mouth, only a blurred afterimage of the demon knight remained at his side, as the real Abel had already launched himself forward like a living bolt of doom.
A sharp and ear-splitting crack of dark electricity erupted in the adow.
But as the demon knight moved, so did Ethan too.
The demon prince was still gobsmacked and didn't notice as his hated enemy vanished from his place in a flash of shadow and smoke.
The adow that was once serene and sunlit now trembled under the onslaught.
Two furious and violent dark bolts collided midair like titanic beasts, and their savage clash sent shockwaves ripping through the landscape.
Wherever they dashed, the ground splintered, blackened, and was scarred by savage arcs of crackling black lightning.
Ancient green trees were torn from their roots like blades of grass and hurled through the air as the violent gusts shredded the peaceful greenery.
Declan and the lackeys who had once been so arrogant now stood frozen with their mouths agape and eyes bulging as they were unable to even comprehend the scale of destruction erupting before them.
anwhile, the demon prince Aram gritted his teeth and felt a bead of cold sweat trace down his temple.
His instincts, which were battle-forged and sharpened under his father's brutal training, scread at him to be careful.
Sothing was very wrong.
In a tensed state, he yanked out his red war-spear and, spinning it once in his hand, he dropped into a guarded stance.
His crimson eyes burned with caution and fury as his eyelids moved like a madman's as he followed the two glaring dark streaks destroying the beautiful adow.
In the swirling storm of their collision, Ethan moved like an unstoppable phantom.
His every step left behind ghostly afterimages while his body bent and weaved through the trees, branches, and the lethal strikes like liquid shadow.
The demon knight Abel pursued him with relentless focus like an unstoppable juggernaut as he destroyed everything in his path.
His scary aura boiled around him and charged the surrounding air with black lightning that crackled and burned wherever it touched.
Suddenly, a wide and rciless arc of the knight's black blade cut through the air.
It was clearly aid to cleave Ethan cleanly at the waist, and a strike imbued with monstrous strength that was enough to fell mountains.
Ethan's heart hamred against his ribs and ford a savage rhythm matching the chaos around him.
Every nerve in his body scread at the incoming blow, but his mind was ice-cold.
Instead of dodging wildly, he dropped low and pivoted sharply.
And in a flash of calculated madness, he slashed his saber upward backward in a sleek and cold motion fueled by pure instinct.
There was no head-on confrontation as he wasn't suicidal.
He knew that taking on a Sky Realm powerhouse in raw strength was folly.
He wasn't here to prove pride, but he was here to kill and survive.
The Black Dragon Saber shimred with a beautiful dark blue glow as its edge was now coated in a razor-thin sheath of glimring dark blue ice.
The demon knight's descending blade slid against the frozen surface and deviated ever so slightly, though it was enough for Ethan.
And he seized the mont like a viper striking.
With a hum, he twisted his body and lunged forward.
He delivered a vicious and pinpoint stab straight at Abel's exposed joint.
His black saber's tip was colder than death itself and carried the deadly promise of a heart-piercing blow.
But what he didn't expect was Abel recovering and reacting with a monstrous and instantaneous speed.
With a roar that shook the shattered adow, he thrust out his gauntleted palm, and a dense arc of black lightning erupted from it.
The power of an enraged and threatened Sky Realm being condensed into a brutal short-range blast that caught Ethan totally off guard.
BOOM!
The frozen icy tip of Ethan's saber shattered mid-strike, and shards of the blue and white icy splinters spun away like dying stars.
The full force of the explosion hit Ethan full in the chest.
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