Ethan kept his expression neutral, showing no visible signs of resistance as he allowed himself to be escorted out of the flagship. Outwardly, he appeared cornered, outmaneuvered by a superior force. Inwardly, however, his consciousness was already diving deep into his mental link, connecting directly with Vel'Kha'Lems.
[Prepare the entire legion for a massive assault,] Ethan ordered coldly through the mental channel. [The restriction arrays are a facade. I want every single entity ready to breach the perimeter on my command. We are forcing a breakout.]
He burned with intense frustration. The narrative that the undead were magically confined to the abyss was entirely his own creation—a controlled layout designed to lure the southern sects into a meat grinder at his own pace. Now, this imperial puppet was threatening to derail the entire timeline, forcing Ethan to adapt on the fly.
