But—
Ethan didn't even draw a weapon.
He simply raised his hand and flicked his fingers.
The storm took shape.
A blast of compressed wind formed instantly, slamming straight into the skeleton's chest.
BOOM—!
Bones scattered.
The body shattered.
The skeleton didn't even have time to register what had happened before its form was already collapsing.
"...What?!"
Its consciousness reeled in shock.
But before it could even begin to reassemble, an even more violent force crashed down.
Ethan appeared in front of it, one hand gripping the flaming skull and lifting it high into the air.
His grip tightened.
"Tell me."
His voice was cold—so cold the air around him dropped several degrees.
"Where's the strongest being in this place?"
"I might—"
"Let you live."
The flame in the skull's eye sockets flickered, dimming for a split second.
But just as it was about to speak—
Something went wrong.
