The wind cut like a knife, snowflakes driven by the gale slapping the faces of hundreds upon hundreds of players. On any other day, they'd have squeezed their eyes shut.
But now, with that lone figure standing in the blizzard, no one dared blink for fear of missing a single detail.
Amid a crowd surging like the tide, countless wide eyes were locked on Ethan's back.
What he'd just said rang out clear and hard even over the howling storm: "Anyone who stands in my way—dies!"
Those words, heavy with menace, paired with the calm set of Ethan's face and that indifferent gaze, made [Overlord]—who had rushed over from the Safe Zone respawn point—freeze for a beat.
[Windchaser] actually dared to say something like that right to his face—right in front of the entire [Coffin Guild]—with every player in Safe Zone 9527 watching. It was a blatant slap in the face, as if he didn't even exist.
