The world was still reeling from Ethan's latest conquest. The icy wasteland, once ruled by the Abyssal Warden, now lay silent beneath the shadow of its new master. Kaldaroth followed behind him, his massive frame now a spectral guardian, his once-defiant presence reduced to unwavering loyalty.
Ethan barely spared him a glance.
The hunt wasn't over.
The final spirit beast awaited.
A creature of sound and ice.
A drake.
Ethan's aura flickered around him as he moved through the frozen plains, each step melting the ice beneath his feet. The landscape stretched endlessly in all directions, a vast, desolate expanse where even the wind carried a hollow, whispering song. The air was thick with frost, but there was something more—something hidden beneath the surface.
Sound.
It was subtle at first.
A low, rhythmic hum vibrating through the ice.
