Ethan braced himself for the fight.
Across from him, the ape-like creature—now mid-transformation—began gathering its energy. Around them, the scattered and disoriented onlookers started chanting praises, voices trembling with forced reverence.
Listening to their sycophantic murmurs, Ethan felt disgust bubble in his chest. He wanted to crush them where they stood. These people were worse than the mindless fanatics back on Earth. This wasn't genuine admiration. It was groveling. Pathetic, hollow submission.
He couldn't believe humans could fall this low. He actually began to question if such people were even worth saving.
A low hum rippled through the air. The ape-creature's aura grew heavier, more oppressive by the second. The desert seemed to still in its presence.
Ethan had intended to let the thing strike first, get a sense of its power. But patience? That had run out. This wasn't a battle—it was a damn drama production.
