Ethan looked down toward the underground chamber, equal parts annoyed and unimpressed.
Of all the things Orun could be thinking about… it had to be recruiting him?
Yeah. Dream on.
The energy sphere in Ethan's hand had been ready for a while. He compressed the gray-white glow until it was razor-dense, then sent it drilling into the earth through a surface crack—slipping through dirt, rock layers, and groundwater—before invading Orun again.
This time, Orun finally noticed something was off.
It felt like a thin needle had been added inside its body, sliding along the flow of its earth power.
But it didn't take it seriously.
My body has more than one form, it scoffed to itself. You think you can mess with me using something like that? Keep dreaming.
On the battlefield, Feylora stood in the middle of the group, continuously restoring everyone's energy.
