Drazareth's breathing turned ragged in an instant.
He stared at the energy sphere Kaelira was bringing down, and the last scrap of hope in his eyes evaporated.
That question hadn't earned him an explanation. It hadn't earned him even the slightest hesitation. Kaelira didn't spare him so much as an extra glance—she answered him the only way she cared to.
With an attack.
She was on Ethan's side.
And she was on it without the slightest wavering.
Drazareth clenched his jaw. One energy line after another lit up across the surface of his Powered Combat Armor.
The snow-white gemstone in his forehead blazed. Blood-red Netherflame surged out from his shoulders, his back, the gaps between his arms—and then several even more complicated streams of power were forcibly dragged up from deep inside the armor.
At this point, he didn't dare hold anything back.
Boom!
