"If that's all you've got, then it ends here," Ethan declared.
Hearing Ethan's proclamation, dread filled Sherry's heart.
From Ethan emanated a silvery white glow of lightning intertwined with a golden radiance of divine light, casting him in an almost god-like aura.
Sherry, relying on her shadow, lunged with her dagger.
But it felt as if she was trying to pierce steel.
The blade couldn't penetrate, and the recoil from the impact forced Sherry out of her shadow form.
"Got you," Ethan grinned, a smile that looked, in Sherry's eyes, like the Grim Reaper claiming a soul.
Overwhelmed with fear, Sherry attempted to escape, but Ethan's hand had already clasped around her throat.
His other hand pulsated with a terrifying lightning energy, forming a ball containing a cataclysmic force.
Ethan lifted Sherry into the air and with a powerful thrust, slammed her into the ground, creating a massive crater.
