When the old man spoke, many of the tribe's guards gathered in the middle of the village. They stood in neat rows, their attention fixed on one person—Ethan.
"Fighting all of them before sunrise? Are you insane?!" Risa protested.
"If he can't defeat them, then I doubt his ability to save us," the old man said firmly, his tone stubborn and sharp.
Risa clicked her tongue and glanced around. She could see many men of the Blood-Cursed tribe standing ready, gripping their spears tightly.
She didn't know exactly how strong these warriors on the second floor were, but judging by their numbers and their confidence, she was sure they were no pushovers.
Now, everything depended on Ethan—whether he could handle them or not.
The tribe chief pulled out a teleportation token from his hand. It looked exactly like Risa's. Ethan narrowed his eyes when he saw it.
"If you succeed, take this token and go. We won't stop you," the chief said.
