Ethan gathered his power again, clamped down on the red giant's throat, and whipped that massive body straight into the ground.
The place he hit was already torn to pieces by the earlier fighting.
The rock layer had collapsed. Rubble rolled and flipped. Crimson energy still thrashed through his chest, and the holes left behind by the blown-apart spheres were charred black, spewing filthy Infernal Abyss stench in ragged jets.
Ethan didn't give him a chance to crawl back up.
He raised his palm. White lightning rushed together in his hand—
and then, from the very center of that glare, a deeper layer of transparent lightning surfaced.
It was purer than the white light. It moved without any extra flash or noise, yet it made the air around it sink in rings, as if space itself was being crushed.
The power Lily had left behind laid the foundation inside Ethan, feeding the sphere until it swelled larger and larger, turning into a heavy, dangerous orb of light.
