Ethan instinctively braced himself, expecting the shelf to swing open or rise like a hidden vault.
Instead — a circular teleportation glyph ignited beneath his feet.
"Wait, wha—" was all he could say.
The disk flared — and in a blink, Ethan vanished.
****
In a dark, silent chamber, light flared with a crackle—then blinked out, leaving behind two figures.
Ethan materialized beside the bartender, immediately raising his guard.
His golden eyes narrowed, his body instinctively ready to strike.
The bartender caught his posture and let out a light chuckle. "Sorry," he said in an amused tone, "you were expecting a hidden door? We don't do those. Only teleportation."
Ethan scowled, annoyed. "Give a damn heads-up next time."
The man only smirked and turned without answering. "Follow me."
They exited the chamber into a dim hallway that echoed with silence.
