Third Person's POV
Her raw and furious voice cut through the gathering dusk.
"I want this bastard's head!"
At her cry, the very air seemed to sharpen, and the evening light darkened as the air almost froze.
Hearing her, Ethan finally moved.
Slowly, he raised his head and his cold crimson eyes locked onto Aram and his entourage—the dark knight, the huge three-headed black snake, the red-haired demon Declan, and the other trembling lackeys.
His gaze was calm and deadly, like the drawn breath before an inevitable storm.
Without speaking a word, Ethan sent a silent sound transmission to the old, hooded blood slave who had remained utterly motionless atop the carriage like a forgotten statue.
'Protect Virelle and Velcy. I know you won't fight my battles, but you can at least shield your master's disciple… and little Velct.'
His mind was sharp and analytical, as he wasn't the type to lose his cool over such childish and egotistic provocations.
