The crushing pressure of the Spiritual Soul Realm continued to shake the stone pillars of the grand hall, but Ethan didn't even shift his weight. He simply looked down at the gleaming inch of steel exposed on the counter.
"Calm yourself, Elder," said Ethan, his voice dropping into a low, smooth baritone that somehow cut through her roaring aura. "The young man standing before you is a physician of absolute prodigy. The depth of my sight cannot be comprehended by someone of your station. A single sweeping glance from my eyes is more than enough to look entirely through the complex network of your internal dolences. If you permit us to speak rationally, I am fully prepared to negotiate a highly reasonable contract to permanently solve your condition."
Elder Hestia's eyes narrowed even further, the heavy iron katana vibrating beneath her palm.
