The force of Zynthar's dark Ether blast had sent Ethan, Prella, and Lillith sprawling across the command center's floor. The air buzzed with residual energy, and the oppressive weight of Zynthar's presence pressed down on the room, making it feel like the very walls were closing in.
Ethan pushed himself up, gripping his white radiansaber tightly as he rose to his feet. Prella and Lillith did the same, their blue and crimson sabers igniting with renewed determination. They knew this fight was far from over, and Zynthar was only beginning to unleash his true power.
Zynthar, standing at the center of the room, his dark armor gleaming under the dim lights, let out a low, menacing laugh. His crimson saber crackled with dark Ether energy, and his voice was filled with cold contempt as he addressed them. "You're outmatched. You may have taken down the Empire's forces, but you will never defeat me."
