Free Web NovelFeylora didn't retreat.
Her aura continued to spread outward. The runic wings behind her beat slowly, and sheets of golden light poured down from beneath them into the space between heaven and earth. In no time, the front ranks of the silver figures were swallowed by her pressure.
A lot of those silver silhouettes had come in aggressive, but the moment they felt the Primordial Force flowing around Feylora, their expressions shifted one after another.
Some of them actually dropped to their knees.
"I never imagined you would possess this world's Primordial Force." One silver figure bowed his head, his voice dripping with obedience. "Then you are our new master."
Another knelt as well, both hands pressed to his chest, his silver glow kept deliberately low. "From this moment on, we are your servants. We beg you to forgive our sins."
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"Now we're choosing the light. We'll be loyal to you forever."
More voices piled on, overlapping.
A crowd of silver figures babbled their loyalty, fighting each other to sound more sincere. The brightest one at the center even crept toward Feylora, bent at the waist, posture so low it was practically groveling—like a dog wagging for scraps.
It looked like surrender.
But Ethan's eyes only grew colder.
He stood back, gaze sweeping over the kneeling silver figures before settling on the pale central one. Their mouths were calling her "master," but their energy hadn't withdrawn.
If anything, several silver currents were still circulating along their bodies. Arms, chests, the glowing patterns on their backs—everything was set in a ready-to-launch state.
And a few of them, heads bowed, had already planted their feet into formation positions.
They weren't surrendering.
They were buying distance. Buying time. Setting up a burst.
Ethan didn't keep watching.
"Full charge!"
The command came out like a blade.
Emerald Castle didn't hesitate for even a heartbeat. The formation activated in unison. Powered Combat Armor units erupted first, rows of energy plumes tearing across the sky.
Fallen Star Guard followed hard behind, blades and spears lighting at the same time as they plunged straight at the "kneeling loyalists."
Feylora moved too.
Whatever those silver figures called her, it didn't change her decision.
In her heart, there was only one true master.
Ethan.
Golden runes spread behind Feylora, and the Fey Sovereign's power came down like a giant net. She didn't give them another second to act out their performance—she pulled the front ranks straight into her kill zone.
The instant the two sides made contact, the so-called surrender tore apart.
The silver figures who'd been kneeling exploded upward almost simultaneously, palms, chests, and foreheads blasting with blinding silver light. Several silver beams lanced up at an angle, stabbing straight toward Feylora—and toward the weak points in Emerald Castle's formation.
So they really had been lying.
From the very first breath, the fight turned brutal.
The silver army's power was terrifying, and more importantly, it could combine.
A single fighter's silver light was manageable—but when dozens of streams linked together, they formed an entirely new structure.
It moved like liquid metal, like compressed world-light forced into a flowing current. It could reshape itself midair—cut through shields, slip around attacks, even reverse and swallow portions of incoming energy strikes.
Casualties hit Emerald Castle fast.
A few Powered Combat Armor soldiers who surged too far ahead were caught by the silver flow. Fine cracks spidered across their armor, then their cores were crushed by sheer pressure, and their bodies fell from the sky.
Fallen Star Guard immediately filled the gap, saturating that area with dense firepower until the silver current was blown apart into scattered streams.
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Energy beams crisscrossed. Silver storms slammed into golden runes over and over, the collision flashes strobing across the battlefield.
Bodies started dropping—some from the silver army, some from Emerald Castle.
The shield above the mine warped in expanding ripples under the aftershocks. Inside the temporary camp, the Creature Dwellings kept pumping energy outward nonstop, stabilizing the formation and keeping the line from collapsing.
Ethan never looked away.
His gaze stayed locked on the pale figure at the very center.
That guy hadn't truly knelt once.
When everyone else had been spitting out loyalty, he'd only dipped his head slightly, and the silver-white glow around his body had never dispersed.
Now that the fighting had erupted, he still didn't bother joining the regular formation. He just stood in the middle of the battlefield, letting the surrounding silver lights orbit him like he was the axis.
His power was no weaker than Maldrake's had been.
Worse—besides Primordial Force, he carried a strange kind of void energy.
It wasn't like ordinary spatial power that tore dimensions apart in a straightforward way. This one hid inside the silver-white radiance, and every time it flowed, the nearby space would briefly cave inward… then smooth back out as if nothing had happened.
If he unleashed both forces at once, the entire mine battlefield would get dragged into it.
The ghastly white lightning in Ethan's palm slowly tightened.
He was already ready to move.
At that moment, the pale figure finally lifted his head.
The silver-white light around him stopped holding back. Primordial Force and void energy poured out at the same time.
Behind him, the two forces interlaced—one tugging at the world's source aura between heaven and earth, the other tearing open thin black cracks in the deep layers of space.
The light above the battlefield began to warp.
People who were still locked in slaughter felt something wrong and instinctively looked toward the pale figure's position.
He raised both hands. Silver-white radiance and void power rose into the sky together.
And quickly… a gigantic silhouette began to condense between heaven and earth.
Ethan didn't give him another second.
That enormous shape overhead was still forming, silver-white Primordial Force and that eerie void energy coiling together like they were about to rip the entire sky off above the mine.
Both sides in the melee felt the pressure. Emerald Castle soldiers slowed half a beat without meaning to. Even the silver army subconsciously pulled back, widening the distance.
Ethan lifted his hand.
Ghastly white lightning and golden energy surged out of him together.
Golden light spread behind him first, then compressed rapidly into a massive golden humanoid phantom.
It hung high between heaven and earth, shoulders braced against the cloud layer, arms built from energy compressed to the extreme. The instant it appeared, the air above the mine was forcibly shoved aside—and the temporary camp shield, which had just stabilized, let out a deep, vibrating hum.
Ethan pressed forward.
The golden giant raised its fist, carrying crushing pressure that blotted out the sky, and hammered it straight into the massive figure forming from silver-white light and void energy.
The two forces collided head-on in the upper air.
No cushion. No give.
The golden fist drove into the silver-white phantom's chest, and in that same instant, the silver-white phantom thrust out an arm, five fingers clamping onto the golden figure's shoulder.
The zone where the powers overlapped collapsed inward immediately. The void was squeezed into layer upon layer of distortion, then split apart into dense black seams.
Boom—!
The shockwave swept across the sky above the mine.
The formations locked in battle were forced apart. Many silver-lit fighters were flung away by the blast, and Emerald Castle's Powered Combat Armor units were shoved backward hundreds of feet, skidding through the air.
Several temporary defensive towers that hadn't fully stabilized blared alarms. Goblin engineering squads sprinted in at once, scrambling to patch the energy nodes before the whole line failed.
