Ethan drew in a deep breath.
He knew—dragging this out any longer was pointless.
Fighting on would only waste strength.
At this point, there was only one move left: retreat. Pull back, regroup, wait for the next opening.
He began channeling the last of his energy, ready to disengage.
But then—
Buzz.
The space around him shifted—violently.
It was like an invisible hand clenched down on the battlefield, warping the very fabric of the air. The flow of space froze, twisted, locked in place.
Every escape route—gone.
"What?!"
Ethan's pupils shrank.
He realized it instantly.
This entire space was now under Varkhan's control.
His life—was in the enemy's hands.
From this moment on, it wasn't a question of if he'd be killed, only when.
And while he was pinned in place—
The battlefield spiraled into chaos again.
Both armies clashed in a fresh wave of brutal combat.
