Ethan's eyes swept across the battlefield, scanning for the right target. The ones packing the most punch were clearly Adrian's personal guard.
One of them stood out—a fire-type Awakener, ranked A+. The guy was a walking inferno, flames licking off his body, every move unleashing jets of fire like a flamethrower. Zombies didn't stand a chance. They were incinerated on the spot, reduced to ash in seconds.
With that kind of firepower, mowing down the undead was a breeze. He moved through them like a hot knife through butter, already pushing toward the outer edge of the crowd, leading the charge.
"Playing with fire's dangerous, you know…" Ethan murmured, his voice low and amused as he stepped forward, cloaked in swirling black mist. At the same time, his Domain of the Dead erupted outward like a shockwave.
Several psychic barriers had been set up around the perimeter earlier to push back the black fog. Now, they were the first to clash with Ethan's domain.
