"Draven, hand over all your units to me."
Ethan's voice was calm, almost casual, but it carried a weight that made everyone around him tense.
Draven froze for a second, caught off guard. Then he nodded quickly. "Yes, sir…"
In the blink of an eye, Draven transferred every single one of his troops to Ethan.
At the same time, Ethan turned his gaze toward Darek, who was still visibly shaken, his face pale with disbelief. Ethan's tone remained even, almost indifferent. "You wanna go freestyle, or do we move together?"
Pirate King Darek flinched, snapping out of his daze. He stared at Ethan for a long moment, then nodded cautiously. "Let's move together, my lord. First, we break through that Arcane Barrier on the fortress. Then we keep hammering them from range—wear them down slowly."
"Alright."
Ethan didn't waste time. He gave a small nod, then looked over at Cicero. "Cicero—go."
"ROAR!"