'Mana Manipulation…!'
The next instant—
The air around him shuddered.
A faint swirl appeared—
Natural mana, drawn from the world around him,
converged on him like a tide.
It rushed into him.
His depleted reserves—refilling at once.
His body, which had been running on fumes,
suddenly flared back to life with surging power.
At the same time—
He forced the mana within him to circulate.
Faster.
Harder.
Pushing it through every inch of his mana circuits.
A red glint flickered in his eyes.
His breathing steadied.
"Let's do this…"
His voice was low.
Cold.
Like a blade drawn from its sheath.
His grip around his sword tightened.
His blood boiled.
His spirit blazed.
The first to make a move were the Skyrazor Crows.
A sharp, commanding caw! split through the air—
And then, they descended.
Multiple Skyrazor Crows dove at Ethan from above,
their eyes glinting with crazed ferocity,
their black wings slicing through the air like blades.
Ethan gritted his teeth,
