Ethan gave a slight nod, eyes flicking rapidly across the data panels.
Namyanna's racial traits had already evolved far beyond her original merfolk form. She was no longer just a sea-dweller—she was advancing toward something far more powerful: the Queen of Everfrost.
Her command over ice wasn't just refined—it was instinctive. Natural. Her affinity with the element was leagues above any other ice wielder he'd seen. That monstrous talent was what allowed her to go toe-to-toe with the Frostborn Behemoth—and hold her ground.
A grin tugged at the corner of Ethan's lips.
This was it.
If he wanted to conquer this world, the fastest way wasn't brute force—it was unleashing Namyanna. With her power, he could sweep through enemy territories like a winter storm.
He glanced back at the Emerald Castle troops behind him and made a quick decision. The soldiers without ice affinity—he'd send them back. No point dragging them through this frozen hell just to slow things down.
