Even so—
despite the chaos, the overwhelming power on both sides,
neither could gain the upper hand.
The battlefield had reached a deadlock.
Blasts of energy lit up the sky,
but no one was falling back.
It was a brutal, grinding stalemate.
But even with the fight balanced,
Ethan couldn't shake the worry gnawing at his gut.
Just as he was clenching his fists in frustration,
a familiar presence appeared beside him—Feylora.
Throughout the earlier battles, Feylora had played the role of a living battery—
diving into the heart of enemy formations,
absorbing energy like a sponge and redistributing it to her allies.
But out here, in the open wilderness,
there was no ambient energy to draw from.
"My Lord, I…" she started, her voice soft.
"It's fine," Ethan cut her off gently, shaking his head. Then he asked,
"Didn't you summon a bunch of Fairies earlier? Where are they now?"
Feylora pointed toward the battlefield.
Ethan followed her gaze—
