"What?!" Vulkrath's pupils dilated in shock. He hadn't expected Ethan to unleash such overwhelming power. Instinctively, he tried to retreat—but the moment he moved, the space around him locked down tight.
"Vulkrath," Ethan's voice rang out, calm and cold. "You've come this far. Why rush to leave?"
Vulkrath's breath hitched. His eyes narrowed in disbelief. Ethan had called him by name.
"Get the hell away from me!" he roared, unleashing a violent surge of energy that slammed against the spatial barrier around him, trying to break free.
It wasn't just Ethan's power that rattled him—it was the fact that Ethan knew his name. That single detail sent a chill down his spine. A name no one should know. A name he'd buried deep.
He was the Lord of the Fourth Layer of the Sky Citadel. No one in this world should've known who he really was.
To everyone else, he was simply the Skyfiend Lord.
But Ethan had spoken his true name—Vulkrath—like it was nothing.
Which meant…
