As the miniature Twilight War Spear materialized, Ethan felt his entire reservoir of Soul Power drain in an instant. Not just from his body, but even the Divine Lake within his Mindscape was nearly emptied—its shimmering waters reduced to a dull, glassy bottom.
And yet… the spear didn't behave as he expected. It didn't vanish after a single strike. Instead, it spun gently, then drifted back to rest above the central island in his Mindscape.
The beetle was annihilated, but Ethan swayed on his feet, vision swimming. He almost collapsed from the aftermath.
All of this had happened in a matter of seconds.
Markham was beside him in a flash, steadying him with one hand. A five-pointed foil star appeared in Markham's other hand. He flung it to the ground without hesitation.
"By the Ancients…"
Poof!
A burst of white smoke exploded around them—and the two men vanished from sight.
