The moment the Golden Flutterer's body disappeared beneath the inferno, the backlash arrived.
A horrifying crack echoed through Ethan's right arm.
It wasn't just one bone.
It was all of them.
Tiny fractures raced through his hand before connecting into larger breaks that splintered across his forearm and shoulder. Muscles tore under the overwhelming recoil while ligaments stretched beyond their limits, leaving his entire arm hanging uselessly at his side.
"Shit!"
The pain finally caught up to him.
His vision blurred.
It was unlike anything he had experienced in a while, and even with his pain tolerance, he was struggling to endure it without losing consciousness.
The blazing aura surrounding his body flickered violently as he barely managed to maintain Partial Assimilation. Though he didn't have enough energy to fly, gravity instantly reclaimed him. As for his stolen trousers, well, they were gone, ash that drifted away in the wind.
