Ethan gave Malverin a strange look.
Another energy sphere was quietly forming behind his back.
He stepped upward through the air until he was level with Malverin. There was still a good distance between them, but for Ethan, it was close enough.
"Malverin?"
Ethan nodded.
"Nice name."
Then his tone changed.
"Did your mother die under mysterious circumstances giving birth to you?"
Malverin's hand visibly paused around his scepter.
Ethan twisted at the waist and whipped the energy sphere from behind his back, putting his whole arm into the throw.
The momentum accelerated it even further.
White light shot straight toward Malverin, compressing the air ahead of it into a circular shock wave.
Malverin was still thinking about what Ethan had said.
How did he know his mother was dead?
Could it be…
He raised his scepter and tapped the incoming sphere with its tip.
