"If Bram and the Mahayana masters beside him were really confident, they wouldn't have suffered a loss and left in despair," Ethan stated with calm certainty as the elders gathered around him lingered in thoughtful silence.
"Do you truly believe you can handle any future attack from Bram alone?" one elder asked, an amused smile playing on his lips.
Ethan nodded, voice steady and resolute. "If Bram dares return, I won't need all the elders to fight for me. I can handle it myself." His confidence was unwavering, his presence radiating the unwavering force of one who had faced overwhelming odds and emerged victorious.
"Oh? Confidence and madness walk a fine line," an elder remarked with a wry grin.
"Those who waste their youth in frivolity will never achieve greatness. But I like your madness, boy!" Old Ghost Athen laughed heartily, his rough voice echoing warmly in the courtyard.
