Ethan's mental strength was leagues above that old man's—like, not even in the same ballpark.
As for how to rate him... let's just say he was closer to Nightbane than anyone else.
Naturally, the old man couldn't see through Ethan's disguise. To him, the two standing in front of him were just your average Awakeners—Ricky, a B-rank, and Ethan, disguised as "Dane," an S-rank.
"Alright, go on in," the old man said, slapping the table. A loud rumble echoed behind him as a shelf flipped around, revealing a pitch-black passageway.
A long staircase stretched downward into the darkness, the bottom nowhere in sight.
"Mm." Ethan gave a small nod and walked straight in.
Ricky followed close behind, eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of nervousness. The Black Market had always been this mysterious, almost mythical place to him.
"Man, tagging along with Captain really opens your eyes..." Ricky thought to himself.
