Twenty-four bodies lay scattered across the narrow city wall at Ethan's feet.
He stopped before the man standing opposite him.
"What exactly are you smiling about?" Ethan asked, frowning.
He didn't recognize the man's face, not even a little. And yet, there was something faintly familiar about him. From the moment Ethan had set foot on the wall, this guy had been grinning at him. Sometimes his lips would twitch upward into something smug, almost mocking. Even earlier, when he'd turned to run, he had kept glancing back with that same damned smile.
It was that smile that made Ethan uneasy. A smile that felt like déjà vu.
"Nothing much," the man said, voice smooth and self-assured. "Just that, seeing your in-game self, I finally understand. My old rival Marcus Skeiner didn't lose unfairly."
The man was IronSeraph, leader of the Judgment Guild.
