"What the hell are you?" Morghast roared, disbelief etched across his crumbling stone face. "How can you control the power of this place?!"
He couldn't wrap his mind around it—someone summoning an army right under his nose, in his own domain, like it was nothing.
Ethan let out a cold laugh, eyes locked on Morghast with icy disdain.
"You? You think you're worthy of being the master of this place?" he sneered. "From now on, this temple belongs to me."
BOOM!
A deafening rumble followed as a wave of raw, violent energy erupted from Ethan's body, shaking the entire temple.
But he didn't attack.
Instead, he kept summoning—calling forth more of his forces, reinforcing his control over the battlefield.
Morghast was seething, his fury boiling over. But no matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't break Ethan's grip on the temple. All he could do was keep unleashing his power, trying to take down Elira and Ataneya before it was too late.
But that was a losing game.
