Cracks spread across the floor beneath Ethan like a spider web, and dust filled the air.
In the next second, Ethan was already standing beside Hilna.
The Son of the Sun's eyes, blazing like fireballs, were fixed on Ethan, and a cry resonated to the heavens.
Though it was just a cry, Ethan could clearly understand the message the Son of the Sun was conveying.
"Black Dragon, will you too raise your hand against your master?"
The cry washed over Ethan's soul like a tidal wave.
A tremendous Power of Faith surrounded Ethan, as if millions of worshippers were whispering in his ears.
The Son of the Sun was indeed extraordinary; a mere cry brought with it a tsunami-like spiritual assault.
Ethan's soul was shaking continuously, but he stood firm.
He had practiced the Soul Language of Nature, and his soul's strength was in no way inferior to that of the Son of the Sun, this ancient deity.
