Ethan slammed a hand against the steering wheel, eyes wide in disbelief.
"That damn granny made it sound so simple," he growled through clenched teeth.
"Like I'd be sparring with a few hot-headed prodigies, not walking into a coliseum full of living disasters!"
He exhaled slowly, calming the surge of adrenaline and nerves boiling in his chest. His voice was quieter now, but filled with grim resolve.
"There's no point worrying about that now…" he muttered. "Nobody said helping the Lancasters' Patriarch would be easy."
His hand slid over the ignition crystal. With a soft hum, the hover car lifted from the ground, its interior lights flickering to life. The engine's low drone echoed his thoughts.
"Even if I'm not strong enough to take them down now…" Ethan said, tightening his grip on the steering. "…everything will be different when I return from the Sanctum."
His eyes narrowed, a wild spark lighting them up with reckless determination.
"But first, I need to prepare."
