The battle was over, and the silence that followed was disturbingly thick. Several of the attackers lay on the ground, some dead, others injured, while Ethan's undead secured the survivors. Ethan, still in his demonic form, surveyed the scene with glowing red eyes in the dim light. The black wings sprouting from his back fluttered slightly, adding an ominous presence to his already imposing figure.
Zhilan, on the other hand, watched Ethan with a mix of fascination and curiosity. She couldn't hold back and began to impulsively ask questions, driven by her inexhaustible interest. "Hey, Ethan, why didn't you use this form when we fought? I'd love to face you like this," she said, her voice full of enthusiasm. "And those wings, can you fly? What else can you do in this form? Do you have other transformations too?"
