A hundred miles away, Ethan saw it—a crimson streak tearing through the sky like a blood-red comet. His heart seized violently.
The aura that followed was suffocating, like the breath of death itself.
"This power… could it be…?"
He'd only ever sensed something like this once before—from that Boss, the Blood King. But even then, it hadn't been this intense.
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Bongo's strike had ended, yet the blood-red sword she held still shimmered with violent energy.
The blade vibrated once. Then, without warning, a line of blood light erupted from it, cutting through the air and streaking straight toward Alistair.
The moment the blood arc closed in, Alistair's skin prickled. His scalp tingled. A bone-deep premonition of death seized his soul.
But he wasn't just any person—he was a War God-level veteran who'd held that rank for over a thousand years. A supreme expert, feared and revered.
Snapping out of his shock, Alistair clenched his teeth and roared. His body expanded in an instant.
