Ethan's gaze turned cold in an instant.
He couldn't let it succeed.
The thought came without a shred of hesitation. If it managed to rebuild a physical body, then everything they'd just done—the desperate suppression, the encirclement, the all-out kill attempt—would be for nothing. And what came after… nobody wanted to imagine.
He adjusted his breathing at once, drawing his body back into its most stable state.
Then he lunged forward.
The patterns across the Powered Combat Armor flared again. White lightning erupted from within him—no longer just coiling around his body, but spreading out to blanket the entire sky. Arcs of light interwove, dense white cracks racing across the air at terrifying speed, forcing even the leftover energy fluctuations nearby to recoil under the pressure.
In that moment, everyone's eyes were dragged to him.
Including the soul mass that was still rebuilding its body.
