Nightbane's already pale face looked even more drained—conjuring massive illusions back-to-back was taking a serious toll on him.
Meanwhile, Ethan stood across from him, still full of energy, like he hadn't even broken a sweat.
"Does this guy ever get tired?" Nightbane muttered under his breath.
Ethan's terrifying Domain of the Dead wasn't fading in the slightest. If anything, it was growing stronger, surging with overwhelming force like a tidal wave of death.
In contrast, Nightbane's Phantom Domain was starting to shrink. His psychic attacks, once sharp and relentless, were losing their edge.
Truth be told, this was the most energy Ethan had burned in a single fight—he was already down to 40%, nearly half his reserves.
"Shit… this is getting out of hand," Ethan thought, a flicker of unease creeping in. He didn't feel safe at all.
