Ethan stood still, surrounded by wreckage and ruin.
The warehouse was quiet now, save for the low crackle of energy and the faint sobbing behind him.
His breaths came fast and heavy, each inhale laced with fury he tried desperately to suppress.
Golden light flickered around him and his aura, it was intense and untamed. The aura formed a glowing contrast against the blood-streaked floor and broken walls.
In his hand, the Flame Dragon Sword pulsed with life. It radiated heat and power, drawing eyes whether he wanted it to or not.
Lucien narrowed his gaze. He took a step back without realizing it.
"That sword…" he muttered, eyes locked on the weapon. "No… don't tell me… it's one of the Artifacts?"
His voice trembled, not in fear, but in recognition.
Mike and Taison stiffened.
They exchanged a quick glance, and for once, both men looked uncertain.
"Wait… is he one of them?" Mike asked, his voice low.
