That guy who called himself The Voidborn Undying was completely stuck in a spatial rift—couldn't move forward, couldn't back out. He looked exactly like someone caught mid-shit, straining with all his might, trembling all over, unable to push it out or pull it back in. It was awkward as hell.
Ethan stared at the twisted, agonized expression on his face and, surprisingly, felt a flicker of pity.
"Here, let me put you out of your misery."
He said it softly, almost gently. But before the words had even fully left his mouth, the stone tablet in his hand flared with blinding light. In the next instant, Ethan shot into the air like a meteor crashing down from the heavens, hurtling straight toward the figure trapped midair.
The air itself screamed as it was torn apart, the force of his charge exploding outward like a volcanic eruption, like mountains crumbling into the sea.
