Ethan's heart skipped a beat.
Something was off.
"This energy draw… it's hit some kind of threshold," he muttered, eyes narrowing. "This isn't just about draining power anymore. Something's waking up."
At that moment—
Morvakar and Aurelion's expressions twisted into a mix of terror and fury.
"You outsider!" they shouted almost in unison.
"You've disrupted the balance of this world's energy!"
"Who are you? What are you really after?!"
Their voices were raw with rage—and something else. Desperation.
But Ethan just looked at them calmly, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.
"This world… it's too perfect," he said softly. "And you've wasted it. Completely. That's the real shame."
He raised his hand, the swirling vortex of energy still pulsing in his palm.
Then—he drew in the final thread.
And the world cracked.
The space around him convulsed, as if the very framework of reality had been yanked loose.
Ethan lifted his hand, eyes steady, no hesitation.
He pressed down.
