Ethan's body trembled, teetering on the edge of collapse as the forces of decay and agony swirled violently within him. The power of the two Origins coursed through his veins, tearing at his insides, threatening to overwhelm him. He had poured everything he had into the first fusion, every ounce of his willpower, every shred of his being. But it wasn't enough. That feeling of emptiness, of something crucial missing, still lingered deep within him.
The moment he realized he wasn't yet strong enough, the earth beneath him shook. An oppressive weight fell upon him—an unmistakable presence, cold and relentless, like the hands of death reaching for him.
Khas'tan.
