Ethan stepped forward, chains trailing behind him like the echoes of a storm.
Luke gritted his teeth, drawing in every drop of power the system would grant him.
With each swing, his strikes tore through the air—laced with elemental force, compressed mana, and the weight of desperation.
Yet Ethan moved like a phantom, dodging, deflecting, or simply absorbing the attacks without so much as flinching.
Luke's frustration mounted.
No matter how precise, how forceful, or how unpredictable his attacks were, Ethan remained two steps ahead.
"You're not catching me off guard, Luke."
Ethan said calmly, his voice like iron wrapped in silk.
Luke snarled, summoning a new wave of energy.
"You think you're so untouchable—why are you even here? What do you want from me?"
Ethan didn't answer. Instead, he watched Luke carefully—measured, patient.
