The moment Ethan activated his skill, Ormund made a move that completely caught him off guard. Ethan had just been urging him to accelerate when, without warning, Ormund stopped cold. Then, with a sudden burst of agility, he rolled mid-air—an entire 360-degree spin—and shifted one body-length to the left.
That's when Ethan saw it.
A single horn sliced through the air in front of them, its sharp edge shattering the very fabric of space. It pierced the void like a spear. If Ormund hadn't stopped and rolled at that exact moment—if he'd actually followed Ethan's command to accelerate—he would've been skewered like meat on a spit.
"Hmph… You little punk," came a thunderous voice, heavy with malice. "I've been waiting two whole days for you! Let's see where you run now. Be smart, hand over the Sigil of the Wild Legion—and I might leave you a complete corpse!"
