He didn't get to finish.
Ethan had already run out of patience.
Transparent lightning drove down from Ethan's palm into the golden man's body, then spread through his limbs and into every last inch of him. The man convulsed violently. A tight chain of crackling pops burst from inside him—dense, rapid, like something detonating under his skin.
That layer of golden light was torn apart piece by piece. Flesh split under the pressure, collapsing as the power crushed through it.
Ethan closed his hand.
The golden man's body shattered on the spot.
Mangling scraps of meat and fragments of golden energy rained down from midair. They didn't even get the chance to hit the ground—transparent lightning burned them into ash before they could fall.
Feylora stood a short distance away, watching without much surprise. She knew Ethan had never forgotten that golden power from the battle in Elysion.
Now a self-proclaimed Solaryn had come looking for him on his own.
