"I will stop these people. They can't do anything to me."
Latham's voice echoed inside Ethan's mind, firm and immovable as a mountain.
Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Thank you, Talker Latham. Just hold them off for a short while. I only need a bit more time to recover."
"So fast…?" Latham's usually-calm heart wavered.
This brat had just survived continuous, brutal battles against beings far above his realm… and yet his strength was already returning at an inhuman rate.
What kind of monster recovers like this?
He felt as though Ethan was forged from divine iron—unbreakable, relentless.
"Alright," Latham finally muttered, "I'll block River and the others. Recover quickly."
He stepped forward, aura erupting like a storm-torn sea.
River, Belle Thunderhall, and Peter Deepvale immediately responded, spiritual energy surging as killing intent thickened the air.
Tension rippled across the battlefield.
