Ethan flew low across the ruined skyline, gripping the Bloodblade Ashura firmly in his right hand.
The crimson blade pulsed faintly, as if responding to his presence, resonating with the destructive energy coursing through his body.
Below him, players scattered across the city tried desperately to retaliate, unleashing their skills, spells, and abilities in chaotic succession.
None of it worked.
Fireballs shattered against an invisible barrier around Ethan. Arrows dissolved into ash before they could reach him.
Shockwaves meant to knock him off balance were cut apart midair by the pressure of his aura alone. The gap between their power and his was overwhelming.
Ethan swung his sword sideways in a clean, precise arc.
A crescent of red energy tore through the air.
"Crimson Slash."
The attack surged forward like a tidal wave of blood-red light, ripping through the city's defensive line.
