Third Person's POV
The movement was eerily reminiscent of a jet from his previous life performing a desperate evasive maneuver to escape an explosion.
He hovered in the air and looked down.
Below him, the earth demon was gasping heavily, his breath ragged and uneven.
The earthen armor covering his arms had finally shattered under the combined effects of the creeping cold and the violent surges of earth mana he had forced through it.
Jagged fragments fell away, revealing arms slick with blood as ruptured veins throbbed beneath the skin.
The sight was pitiful, but Ethan did not smile as he knew that this situation would never have become so close if he had been willing to use his full strength from the beginning.
With his ranged dark spells and deceptive and sense confusing spells combined with his icy close-combat prowess, the fight could have ended far earlier.
