Ethan's breathing quickened instantly.
This was basically a dungeon event—and not just any dungeon. The reward? "You may randomly designate one subordinate to reach the same Tier." That was insane.
But…
The power radiating off this thing was on a whole different level. Even if he threw the entire Emerald Castle army at it, there was no guarantee they'd win.
Still, the demon was clearly asleep.
Which meant this was the perfect window.
"Feylora," Ethan said sharply, eyes locked on the floating monstrosity. "Try absorbing its energy. See if you can pull it into yourself."
She was the first person that came to mind. If anyone could handle this kind of dark energy and redirect it into their forces, it was her.
Feylora didn't hesitate for a second.
She stepped forward cautiously, her movements precise, her aura steady. As she reached out and placed her hand against the demon's swirling, shadowy form, something incredible happened.
