Ethan grabbed the leader by his hair, ignoring the man's pained groans as he dragged him toward the barrier.
The protective field recognized his authority, allowing passage for both captor and prisoner.
Territory Lord privileges.
His subjects followed at a respectful distance, their faces showing mixtures of awe and bloodthirsty satisfaction. The brutal efficiency of their Lord's counterattack had shattered any lingering doubts about his capabilities.
Inside the barrier's safety, Ethan threw the crippled leader onto the sand like a discarded sack.
The man's broken legs twisted at unnatural angles, fresh blood seeping from the severed tendons.
Perfect. Pain keeps them focused.
"Stay back," Ethan commanded his subjects. "Just in case he pulls something stupid."
Elena nodded, her enhanced bow still ready despite the minimal threat their prisoner now posed.
"Understood, my Lord."
