Morvane was furious beyond reason.
Blood-red power surged through him in waves. At the center of his chest, a red light began to pulse—flashing again and again like a warning beacon. That energy slammed into the white-lightning restraints inside him, over and over, like it was seconds from detonating.
At the same time, Lopsy and the Treant had already closed in on Ethan.
Only a few meters left.
That kind of distance meant nothing.
What actually mattered was the danger underfoot—the roots creeping in.
Ethan dipped his chin, sensing the layers of earth.
"Three attacks."
He lifted his gaze to the two of them.
"You're really giving me the VIP treatment."
He stopped waiting.
The white energy sphere he'd been hiding behind his hand—he drove it straight into his own body. Lightning threaded up his arm into his chest, then spread through every limb.
His body began to break apart from the edges.
