Ethan had no idea when it happened, but he was already floating at the highest point in midair.
Power gathered around him from every direction, like it had finally found its owner—pouring in without end, circling him in steady currents.
Elysion's world-force braided itself with his presence, and the last trace of rejection vanished. The wind detoured around his body. The clouds split beneath his feet. Even the violent ripples along the edges of spatial corridors slowed, pressed down by nothing more than the fact that he was there.
He'd completely fused with this world now.
Inside Elysion, he could draw on its power as easily as breathing.
Ethan looked down at the chaotic sky below. His voice fell slowly—calm, unhurried—yet it still rang inside the ears of every civilization out there, clear as if he were speaking right beside them.
"This is the world of my Emerald Castle. You people showed up here for no damn reason—then you follow my rules!"
