"No way…!" Kardoketh's face twisted in shock, panic flashing in his eyes. For the first time, regret crept in. If he'd known it would turn out , he never would've come here looking for trouble. But now? It was too late for second thoughts. Read complete version only at Nove1Fire.net "I'll kill you!" he roared, eyes bloodshot, seething with murderous rage. He wanted nothing more than to tear Feylora apart right then and there. Kardoketh thrashed with everything he had, trying to break free from Feylora's grip. Dark energy erupted from him like a volcanic blast—but it was being devoured, bit by bit. The more he struggled, the more chaotic his power became. And just as he was flailing in desperation, a deadly force surged toward him— Ethan appeared in a flash, right in front of him, fist cocked and glowing with golden Dragon God energy, blazing like a miniature sun. "Did you forget about me?" Ethan sneered, his voice low and thunderous. Kardoketh's heart clenched. He was screwed—and he knew it. On one side, Feylora was draining him dry. On the other, Ethan, a fellow Tier 16 SSS-level powerhouse, was ready to crush him. Under this double onslaught, he had nothing left to fight with. "No! I'm the Dark Fey Sovereign! The entire Feywild bows to me!" he screamed, but the desperation in his voice betrayed him. The fear. The hopelessness. Ethan's eyes were ice-cold. "Then let the world witness what becomes of you." The Dragon God's power condensed into a golden shockwave, solid and searing, and slammed into Kardoketh's chest like a meteor. The air cracked with a deafening blast. The ground trembled. The sky itself seemed to shudder. The sound of bones snapping echoed through the battlefield. Kardoketh's black flame armor shattered. His chest caved in under the impact. Blood and black mist exploded from his mouth as he staggered backward like a broken statue, half his body blown apart. He couldn't even fight back. A blood-curdling scream tore through the sky. Kardoketh's body swayed like a leaf in a storm, barely holding together. "Feylora, finish it!" Ethan shouted. "Yes, my Lord!" Feylora responded without hesitation. She unleashed the full force of her devouring power, and in seconds, drained every last drop of energy from Kardoketh's body. The Dark Fairy army stood frozen, stunned by what they were witnessing. To them, the Dark Fey Sovereign was untouchable—second only to the Fey Sovereign. No one else could possibly defeat him. Their mighty Sovereign lay crumpled on the ground like a pile of sludge, his body slowly dissolving into nothing. They didn't know what to think. Fear crept into their hearts. None of them dared to move. And at that moment, Feylora's Tier began to surge—fast. She broke through the ceiling of Tier 16 SS-level… And ascended to Tier 16 SSS-level. A terrifying surge of power exploded outward, so overwhelming that every single Dark Fairy dropped to their knees in fear and submission. "O mighty one! You carry the power of the Dark Fey Sovereign—we pledge our loyalty to you! Please, spare us and let us serve under your command!" The scene left everyone stunned for a beat—especially Ethan, whose expression turned a little... odd. Clearly, he hadn't expected them to fold this quickly. Seriously? That easy? They were already surrendering? "Fine. Then let's seal the pact," Ethan said coolly. Sure, they were kneeling to Feylora—but that didn't matter. After all, she belonged to him. The Dark Fairies hesitated for a split second, then quickly caught on. One after another, they turned and dropped to their knees before Ethan. In the next instant, Ethan's mind lit up with a flood of glowing runes. The energy radiating from them resonated faintly with the Dark Fairies—like threads of fate quietly linking them together. "It worked…" Ethan couldn't help but grin. This was a total bonus. He'd come here expecting a fight—maybe a conquest—but he hadn't imagined he'd end up taking control of the entire Feywild and gaining an army of Dark Fairies in the process. Not bad. Not bad at all. Meanwhile, the Dark Fey Sovereign—Kardoketh—was gone. Completely. Reduced to ash, scattered on the wind. "Let's go. Time to head back," Ethan said, shaking his head with a faint smile as he turned and made his way back toward the Glimmering Court. This world was saturated with dense Fairy energy—enough to give the Emerald Castle's forces a decent power boost. It was similar to the residual energy from the Adamant Dragon Plane World. But even combining the energy from both worlds wasn't enough to elevate his army to the next tier. Not enough to take on the Sky Citadel. If he wanted to stand a real chance in that war, he'd need to find more worlds—more dungeons—to keep leveling them up. And so, as he led his forces in a triumphant march back to Emerald Castle— A bolt of lightning split the sky, and a figure came crashing down from above. As the figure descended, thunder rolled across the heavens, and a storm of raw, violent energy swept outward, blanketing the entire sky. Ethan's instincts flared. He immediately unleashed his power and shot into the air to confront the threat. As he got closer, he saw the figure clearly— It was that same young man from before. Only this time, it wasn't just a projection. This was his real body. "We meet again," the young man said with a smirk. "I've gotta admit—I didn't expect you to grow this strong, this fast. Impressive. Looks like I underestimated you." "But even so… this ends now. I'll make sure of it." "You and your precious Emerald Castle? You're nothing but trash." "This time, I came in person. And I'm going to kill every last one of you. Got it?!" As his words echoed through the sky, his power erupted—filling the heavens with blinding force. The sheer pressure of it made even Ethan's heart skip a beat. He instinctively backed off several steps, eyes narrowing. "You arrogant bastard. You think you're enough to take us on?" Ethan growled. But before he could move, Feylora stepped forward. "I'll handle this one," she said coldly—and launched herself at the intruder. Her power exploded outward, dark and devastating, colliding with the young man's energy in a thunderous clash. RUMBLE-RUMBLE-RUMBLE... The moment their powers met, the sky trembled—and for a second, it looked like the two forces were evenly matched. Neither side giving an inch.