Galen exhaled a long, shaky breath.
His entire spine relaxed for the first time in this battle.
As long as Ethan was dead, he—Galen—could finally breathe.
"This kid… is finally dead."
Belle Thunderhall muttered softly, her tense expression loosening.
Her choice to ally with the Ashenvale Family had already put her opposite Ethan. A monstrous enemy like Ethan—if not killed—would haunt her dreams.
Seeing his aura disappear, she finally relaxed.
Across the valley, River and the others let out sighs of relief as the violent light faded.
Ethan's aura was gone.
Completely.
Zeon and Magnus stopped fighting, staring toward the valley center. The torrential spiritual light was still spreading, space still collapsing from the destructive clash.
Just the turbulence of ruptured space was enough to obliterate anyone under Supreme.
"Junior Brother Ethan…"
Althea clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white.
She refused to believe it. Her heart rejected the idea entirely.
