"Restore the pattern on this stone slab. Once the sealing formation is opened, we will descend together. If there truly is a treasure hidden below, I, Aether, will not treat you unfairly. I will share some with you," Ethan declared with quiet authority.
Eunice, Chrome Silkrain, and Cecilia Emberveil were no fools. They understood Aether's words bore twenty to thirty percent truth, but seventy percent was likely bluff and self-interest.
Yet, resistance was futile.
To oppose someone of Mahayana strength was courting death.
They did not pray for treasure, only to be spared by Ethan—a simple mercy they would cherish.
Five tense minutes passed and still, the intricate pattern on the stone slab had not been restored.
"Chrome Silkrain, don't move! We had it just now—why are you still fiddling?" Cecilia demanded sharply.
