Ethan couldn't believe it—he'd even busted out his ultimate move, the Diamond Starcrush Strike…
And he still didn't win?
No doubt about it now—Maelthorak was insanely overpowered. Honestly, it was a damn good thing the guy was still in his weakened state. If he were at full strength, Ethan figured even ten of him wouldn't be enough to take this monster down.
Still… that punch wasn't totally useless. Maelthorak's Primordial Force integrity had dropped again—from 91% to 92% damaged. That might not sound like much, but in a fight like this, every percent counted. It was progress.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me," Ethan said, shaking off the pain. He looked around at his team—Seraphina, Kyros, Cicero, Auremax—and his voice dropped into a steady, commanding tone. "We're almost there. Victory's right in front of us. Let's finish this—together!"
"Yes, sir!"
"I fight for you, my master!"
"Let's go!"
