He punched, tore, struggled with everything he had ...
Nothing worked.
Aura Armor vanished entirely.
He could no longer manifest it.
His weapons refused to respond.
Even the Executioner Sword outside lost connection and dissolved back into his internal weapon space.
Within that suffocating darkness…
Ethan was powerless.
His expression darkened.
Then he laughed.
He laughed as the creature slung him over its shoulder and carried him away.
"You've got to be kidding me…"
The situation was so absurd… laughter was all he had left.
"After a whole damn month of training… after clawing my way up just to unlock Aura Armor… I lose to the first thing I meet?!"
It was a complete defeat.
An utter humiliation.
And worse ... he was now a prisoner, dragged somewhere unknown.
"I thought I'd become strong… turns out I'm still just trash. And trash always ends up in a garbage bag…"
Ethan laughed at himself, mocking his own fate.
