The buildings below blurred as he crossed the distance. He moved past the damaged streets and flew over the rooftops, but Garrick had already reached another location.
Ethan's eyes widened.
Garrick was standing in the air near the backside of the Imperial Palace.
His sword was already raised.
His eyes were fixed on the massive structure behind the palace. The area below was still filled with people, guards and several fleeing civilians who had no idea what was about to happen.
A powerful sword aura gathered around Garrick's blade.
The air around him began to tremble, and the sword slowly became covered in a sharp layer of energy.
Ethan's expression changed.
"That bastard..."
He accelerated as much as he could.
But he was already late.
Garrick swung his sword.
A massive sword arc erupted from the blade and shot toward the backside of the Imperial Palace. The attack tore through the air with tremendous force as it moved toward its target.
Ethan's eyes narrowed.
