The Obsidian Ridgeback, wounded and weakened, lay vulnerable—its massive frame shuddering with each labored breath.
A head-on skull bash from such a beast would be manageable for a main tank, but Ethan already knew Apex Predators Guild was about to suffer catastrophic losses.
The reason?
This creature shouldn't have possessed Dragon's Breath—a high-tier ability capable of incinerating anything caught in its path. Worse, draconic beings loved to swing their heads mid-exhalation, turning their lethal exhalation into a sweeping arc of annihilation.
Anyone caught in that frontal cone without an escape plan might as well start booking their trip back to the graveyard.
Still, the rewards made the risk worth it.
If Ethan had stumbled upon a level 60 draconic entity like this back in the Northern Frontier Region—injured or not—he would've mobilized Renegade Alliance's entire force, all fifty thousand players, without hesitation.
Because one rule held true in Ethereal:
