Watching Calvin and his team walk away, Ethan stood in the middle of the now-empty luxury home, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.
He was torn.
The lightning-type ability was one of the top-tier elemental powers—fast, lethal, versatile. It was exactly the kind of ability he wanted in the Fallen Star Squad. And Calvin? He was strong, respected, and clearly capable.
But getting him to join? That was going to be a problem.
Calvin's personality didn't exactly scream "Fallen Star material." He was too straight-laced, too… decent. Ethan wasn't sure if that kind of man could survive in a team like theirs, let alone thrive.
There was another option, of course.
Kill Calvin. Let Big Mike absorb his ability.
But Ethan couldn't bring himself to do it.
He was ruthless, sure. But he wasn't a monster. He didn't kill good people just because it was convenient. Calvin had shown him nothing but respect, even after getting his ass handed to him. That counted for something.
