Ethan sat on a jagged rock, eyes locked on the battlefield below. His gaze was deep, unreadable, occasionally flicking upward to track the enemy forces closing in from the sky.
A thought sparked in his mind—sharp, almost playful. He gave the order without hesitation. "All goblins, fall back. Pull to the sides. Now."
Then he turned toward the pursuing army, voice rising with a cold, cutting edge. "You want my head that badly?" His eyes gleamed with calm defiance. "Fine. I'll give you a shot. If you can catch me, my life's yours."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ethan vanished—gone in a flash of motion so fast it left the air humming. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared right in front of Darian.
Darian didn't even have time to react.
Ethan's fist, charged with raw energy, slammed into his chest with brutal force.
The impact sent Darian flying like a ragdoll, his body flung through the air and crashing into the distance.
