The moment Ethan's order left his mouth, Dopey exploded forward, charging straight at the Stoneborn leader.
"Aaah—!" The man roared, rage breaking through his fear. "Then I'll take you with me!"
A barrage of abilities crashed toward Ethan.
Too bad Ethan had been waiting for exactly that.
The instant the Stoneborn moved, Ethan blinked away with Teleportation, cleanly exiting the kill zone.
And the moment the Stoneborn committed to attacking, Dopey was already on him.
No tricks. No flourish.
Just a fist—simple and brutal—driving straight in.
The Stoneborn leader's face went white. He stacked defensive skills on himself as fast as he could, layering them again and again while he tried to retreat.
It didn't matter.
In front of absolute strength, every "method" looked flimsy.
Dopey's punch smashed through the defenses and sank into the man's chest.
"Pff—!"
Blood sprayed. The leader's body flew backward and slammed into the ground.
