He clenched his fist, feeling a faint burn of power ripple through his veins.
"I'll take it."
The Goblin General had been stronger, sure. But Ethan hadn't even broken a sweat. There wasn't a single injury on him. Just blood that wasn't his.
He turned, raising his hand toward the sky.
Kaeryx descended in a smooth spiral, landing with a thunderous gust that sent ash and leaves scattering around the battlefield. The dragon lowered its head, golden eyes locking with his rider's.
Ethan climbed onto his back in one fluid motion, wiping his blade clean along his coat as he moved.
"Let's keep going," he muttered.
Kaeryx beat his wings, and they shot back into the sky like a comet of black and wind.
There were still goblins to be killed.
And Ethan was going to find every single one of them.
