Ethan's figure flickered—
In the blink of an eye, he was standing right in front of an enemy with the head of a goat.
The creature looked calm on the surface, but its eyes gleamed with cruelty. Just moments ago, it had torn over a dozen goblins to shreds—their blood still fresh on the ground.
"Just a bunch of worthless bugs," the Goatman sneered, power crackling around him as he laughed like the battlefield was already his. "And they dare oppose the Narlost Empire? Pathetic."
His voice echoed with smug contempt, like he was looking down from a throne.
Ethan stared at him coldly, a mocking smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Hey, kid," he said, voice low and sharp. "Far as I can tell, you're just an animal that hasn't even finished evolving."
He paused, eyes sweeping over the Goatman with deliberate disdain.
"Back where I'm from, things like you get skinned and roasted whole."
The words had barely left his mouth—
