Ethan frowned.
The man in the sky drifted down slowly.
Nothing supported him.
Thunder held him up—
like the sky was where he belonged.
"His name is Caelion," Thalorien said. "A friend of mine."
"And his personality… he's actually pretty gentle."
Ethan didn't answer right away.
But he did rein in some of his power, little by little.
At the same time, the entire Thalaryn tribe was boiling over.
Cheers echoed through the sea.
The way they looked at Ethan wasn't just respect anymore.
It was awe.
Even—worship.
What he'd just done…
had saved their civilization.
And then, without warning, the air went tight again.
Caelion had landed in front of Ethan.
Only nine feet away.
Too close.
Close enough that Ethan could see the blue gemstone hanging at Caelion's throat.
Inside it, lightning rotated slowly—
like a miniature storm core.
Then—
Caelion lifted a hand.
No warning at all.
BOOM!
