War was no longer something that could be avoided.
From the moment Ethan decided to reveal his power, the outcome had already been sealed.
No matter how desperately they resisted, none of their strength came even close to matching his.
Every skill, every tactic, every ounce of magic they threw into the battlefield was crushed without mercy.
There was only one option left to them.
Run.
Run as far as possible, and pray they could escape with their lives intact.
Lyra gasped sharply, her breath hitching as she stared across the cliffside.
On the opposite side, Ethan's servants were slaughtering the remaining members of Red Javelin with frightening efficiency.
Every attack was precise, lethal, and overwhelming. There was no hesitation, no wasted movement.
The Red Javelin members tried to dodge, desperately rolling and casting defensive spells.
Some raised magical barriers, others activated artifacts they had been saving for emergencies.
It was useless.
