Beast Impact with Talon wasn't just speed; it was execution.
It unleashed the power of the beast he was assimilated with, and in this case, that was through a single, perfect line of motion. Ethan became a living blade of wind that cut through everything in its path.
With Mace already weakened, his armour breaking, and his opponent pouring everything into that final attack, he had never had a chance.
Only a handful of people in the entire arena had actually seen it happen.
The rest?
They just saw Ethan disappear and reappear behind Mace, whose head rolled moments later.
Ethan didn't turn around, look back, or acknowledge the result.
He just stood there silently, his thoughts drifting back to everything that had led him to this point, especially their last encounter.
A slow breath left his lungs.
'It's done.'
The tension in his chest eased.
Something that had lingered, unresolved, was also gone.
