Ethan didn't answer.
He only lifted his hand and kept compressing that near-transparent lightning. The white had long since bled out of it, leaving only an impossibly thin, impossibly sharp trace of light spinning along the edge of his palm—like a spatial razor forcibly peeled out of the air itself.
A few seconds later, that power condensed into an Energy Disc.
It didn't look big, and it didn't have the usual over-the-top spectacle of an energy weapon. But the instant it left his hand, the air around it seemed to get sliced open invisibly. Even the light warped for a split second along its path.
The next moment—
the Energy Disc slammed dead-center into Khar'vathis's chest.
No violent explosion.
No earthshaking roar.
Just an unbelievably heavy, scalp-crawling sound of penetration echoing in the high sky.
