Ethan's gaze snapped to the blood-red gemstone in Baelzareth's hand.
From the look of it, Baelzareth was about to rip open a spatial corridor and bail.
But Ethan wasn't letting him go.
The gemstone had only just flared. Space around it was still twisting, dark crimson rings spreading outward—clear signs of a forced exit route being carved open.
Ethan's eyes went cold.
If Baelzareth escaped now, everything they'd paid to get here would turn into a joke.
Bang!
Ethan's aura detonated. Transparent lightning burst out of him and flooded into his arms. The air was ripped into a rapid-fire chain of pops, and the rubble at his feet lifted piece by piece—only to be shredded into powder by the lightning backlash.
He raised a hand and crushed all of that power into his palm.
