Third Person's POV
The value of a Rank Four White Tempest Hawk's lightning soul was so high that, if Ethan compared it to the three weapons he had extorted from that master refiner, those three weapons wouldn't even amount to half its value.
That was how precious such a thing was.
Yet Edhan had just casually revealed its existence to a person he had only met moments ago.
Ethan couldn't help remembering the white lightning sword he had seen earlier.
He still remembered the terrifying brilliance and aura of that attack when it had pierced through the sheep-headed demon's body just before it could take advantage of his weakened state.
The power behind it had been extraordinary.
Now, looking at the blond young man standing in front of him, Ethan couldn't help wondering what kind of person he actually was.
Edhan, however, seemed completely oblivious to Ethan's thoughts.
"You know, if you are wondering why I am revealing secrets about my power..."
