BOOOOM!
The air was torn apart as two figures shot forward with terrifying force.
Their trails blurred through the sky, shredding the wind itself, and in the next instant they arrived near the peak of the mountain where Rathlos had been hibernating. The pressure around them twisted violently, as if the land itself was rejecting their presence.
The moment Ethan stepped forward, a sharp sense of déjà vu crawled over his skin.
"Hisss…"
His teeth clattered uncontrollably. His muscles tensed on instinct, and his body entered an aggressive state without his consent. This aura was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was like standing before a massive dam, swollen to its limit and ready to burst at any moment.
Ethan raised his chin.
On a small cliff overlooking the huge crater at the mountain's summit stood a man.
"So you are here," the man said calmly as he turned around.
