The final assault began without mercy. The Divine Wind fleet advanced in a fan formation, with the three generals leading from their flagships, ready to crush resistance. However, as they entered engagement range above the valley, the generals froze: tens of thousands of enemy vessels awaited them in battle formation. And standing directly before that armada, hovering in the open sky with his robes billowing in the wind, Ethan observed them in silence.
"Crul, exterminate them," commanded Ethan mentally. "Leave the generals to me. I need to push myself to the limit in order to ascend."
[Understood, Master], the synthetic voice in his mind replied. [I will not allow anyone to interfere in your duel.]
Ethan began moving through the void, appearing and disappearing in flashes of violet mana as he lunged straight for the enemy vanguard.
