"He's here…"
"He has to be here!"
The Direwolf King's fur bristled all over, every nerve on edge. Its beast instincts screamed danger—something lethal was closing in fast.
Without a second thought, it leapt backward.
The moment it moved, the ground beneath its paws cracked and collapsed, as if the earth itself had been crushed under an invisible weight. The Domain of the Dead had already reached that spot.
"Not bad… pretty sharp," Ethan's voice echoed as he appeared just a short distance away, calm as ever.
The Direwolf King's vertical pupils locked onto him, its entire body tense, ready to spring or strike—but knowing neither would matter.
From the other side, Bloodveil arrived, his presence just as overwhelming. The two Voidborn Undying now stood side by side, their auras blazing like twin infernos, dominating the battlefield.
"You finally decided to get your hands dirty?" Bloodveil asked, his tone casual but edged.
