As everyone stood frozen, unsure of what to do next, Feylora suddenly stepped forward. Her voice was soft, but there was a quiet strength behind it. "My Lord… maybe I can try." Ethan blinked, surprised. His gaze shifted to her. "You? Why you?" Feylora took a deep breath. Her eyes shimmered with an otherworldly glow, and strange swirling patterns—like ancient runes—began to form in her pupils. They pulsed with a deep, natural energy, like the heartbeat of the Feywild itself. Ethan's brow furrowed. His heart skipped a beat. That power… he'd felt it before. It was the same energy that had been radiating from the Skyfiend woman—the power of the Fey Sovereign. But in Feylora, it was different. Purer. Calmer. Stable. The Skyfiend's power was twisted, violent—clearly stolen. But Feylora's? It resonated with the world around her. The very air seemed to respond to her presence. This was inheritance. Ethan let out a cold, knowing laugh. "So that's it… No matter how much a usurper tries to imitate, they'll never match the true heir." He turned to Feylora, his eyes sharp. "Alright. I'll keep her busy. You find your moment—and take back what belongs to your people." "Yes, My Lord." Feylora nodded, her gaze burning with resolve. "Let's do this. I'll pin her down. You rip the Fey Sovereign's power right out of her." Ethan's voice dropped into a low growl, and in the next instant—he vanished. A devastating blast of energy slammed into the Skyfiend woman, knocking her back and pinning her to the ground. Ethan shook his head, almost disappointed. "Tch. I overestimated you." He stepped forward, his tone mocking. "So you've got the Tier… but none of the power. You're not even close to a real 16-Tier SSS." The woman's face twisted in disbelief. "No… No way!" she gasped. "How are you this strong?! How the hell are you a 16-Tier SSS?!" Before she could finish, Ethan struck again. His body blurred, energy surging through him as he formed a massive sphere of raw power and hurled it straight at her. The ground shook violently. "Now, Feylora!" Ethan shouted. Feylora darted forward like a streak of light. In one swift motion, she grabbed the Skyfiend woman by the head— And unleashed the devouring force in her palm. WUMMMM… WUMMMM… WUMMMM… In an instant, the Fey Sovereign's power inside the Skyfiend began to spiral out of control—ripping free from her body and flooding into Feylora. The woman's eyes went wide in horror. She screamed, her voice raw and panicked. She jerked her head up, staring at Feylora in disbelief. "What the hell are you doing to me?!" Her scream was full of rage and desperation—but she was helpless. The Fey Sovereign's power had never truly belonged to her. It had always resisted her, clashing with her own energy. Now, with Feylora pulling it out, she couldn't stop it. And Ethan… Ethan was too damn strong. A real 16-Tier SSS. Even at her peak, she might not have been able to take him. Her Tier began to plummet. And it didn't stop there. Feylora wasn't just reclaiming the Sovereign's power—she was also absorbing the stolen energy of all the fairies the Skyfiend had consumed. The woman shrieked, her voice cracking. Her body convulsed as she thrashed wildly, trying to break free. Her power kept draining away, faster and faster. Her Tier dropped again— Until finally, she was barely clinging to a mid-level 16-Tier SS rank. Seeing the scene unfold before him, Ethan didn't waste another second. He was done playing around. With a cold glint in his eyes, he unleashed his full power—no holding back this time. In a single, devastating strike, he brought it down on the Skyfiend woman. Her body was torn straight through, obliterated in an instant. She didn't even have time to scream. By the time the dust settled, all that remained of her was a pile of ash scattered across the stone plaza. At that exact moment, something began to change in Feylora. After absorbing the Primordial Force of the fairies—and even the essence of the Fey Sovereign herself—her body began to transform. A pair of radiant, crystal-clear fairy wings burst from her back, shimmering with ethereal light. Waves of immense power rippled off her, distorting the air around her like heat off desert sand. It looked like she was evolving—ascending to something greater. But her face told a different story. She was in pain. Trembling. Her body convulsed as if it couldn't contain the power now surging through her. It was too much. She'd absorbed it all too fast, too violently. Her body wasn't ready. And if it kept going … That wild, chaotic energy might tear her apart from the inside out. But then—something even more unexpected happened. The ground beneath her feet began to tremble. And then, as if answering some ancient call, the very essence of the Feywild—the world's own Primordial Force—started pouring into her. "No… this is bad!" Ethan's expression darkened. "Damn it! The Fey Sovereign's power must've triggered a resonance with the world's core energy. This is way beyond what she can handle!" shouted an elderly fairy, panic in his voice. "Quick! We have to sever the connection—help her before it's too late!" The other fairies rushed forward, trying to intervene, trying to cut off the flow of power between Feylora and the world itself. But no matter what they did—it was useless. Feylora was no longer just a person. She had become one with the Feywild. The connection was absolute. They couldn't separate her from it. And just when it seemed like things were spiraling out of control— A sudden, melodic hum echoed through the plaza. The ground shook violently as the Scepter of the Fey Sovereign—the one that had stood motionless in the center of the plaza all this time—suddenly shot into the air. And flew straight into Ethan's hand. The moment he caught it, a torrent of ancient, sovereign power surged into him, fusing with his body in a blinding flash of light. The sheer force of it made Ethan's body tremble. His mind was flooded with glowing runes, ancient knowledge pouring into him like a tidal wave. And in that instant—he understood. He knew what to do. This content belongs to Novᴇl_Fire(.)net Raising the scepter high above his head, he slammed it down into the ground with a thunderous crack. Instantly, the wild energy flooding into Feylora halted. Just like that—it stopped. The power that had been threatening to rip her apart suddenly calmed, becoming gentle, quiet… obedient. "…It worked," someone whispered. Everyone let out a collective breath of relief. Because just moments ago, they'd all been staring death in the face. If that power had kept pouring into her, Feylora's body would've exploded from the overload. She would've died—no question. But now… she was safe.