Ethan didn't answer.
A beat passed.
Then Darius sighed, a rare frown forming on his lips. But it was fleeting. He gave a slow nod, masking the concern in his eyes with a smile.
"Anything for you, brother. I'll talk to him. Expect my word soon."
Ethan nodded once.
It had begun.
The first step toward severance.
After his brief talk with Darius, Ethan decided it was time to leave.
'Celebrate with classmates?'
He scoffed inwardly.
Awakening a talent was no big deal—neither hurdle nor achievement in his eyes. It was merely the starting line. Yet around him, they celebrated as if they had conquered the world.
It reminded him too much of Earth.
Back then, people would throw parties at the smallest success — getting lost in cheers, drinks, and empty praises. They'd drown in the momentary pleasures of life, forgetting the long road ahead.
