When Ethan opened his eyes once more, he found himself somewhere else entirely.
The place was not the same.
He now stood within what appeared to be a royal hall ... but unlike the one where he had slain Mathius.
This hall was far grander.
Far vaster.
Within it, he saw a group of people kneeling in complete submission before a single man.
Ethan turned his head—and saw him clearly.
A man clad in regal robes, flanked by guards on both sides.
His hair was silver.
His beard, white as snow.
His features were sharp, and his gaze carried an unmistakable air of superiority—one that laid bare his absolute contempt for those kneeling before him.
Those kneeling all shared the same traits.
Crimson hair, burning red like fire.
Eyes glowing with the same scarlet hue.
They were all Heart.
As for the king…
His identity was not difficult to guess.
Ethan believed he was most likely the head of the ruling House Ardyn—one of its kings.
