The gray dust of the Primordial Ash candidate's body hadn't even settled before Ethan was standing over the remains. The young man, who only moments ago had been a god of destruction in this reality, was now a broken husk, his "inevitable" growth halted by a single, casual stroke of the Sword of Infinity.
"Chaos feeds you?" Ethan murmured, his voice echoing in the dead silence of the planet. "Then feed me."
Ethan reached down, his palm hovering over the cooling corpse.
"Omni-Bloodline: Extraction."
Red and gold veins of light erupted from Ethan's skin, diving into the candidate like predatory vines. The Primordial Ash bloodline was incredibly violent. As it was ripped from its host, it manifested as a gray, scorching mist that tried to incinerate Ethan's arm from the inside out. It wasn't just power; it was a sentient urge to decay everything it touched.
