In that instant, the atmosphere inside the Whitmore family shrine dropped to freezing.
"Matriarch…" Markham began, his voice hesitant.
"Hmph! Director Vaughn was the supreme law enforcer of this country's supernatural community. You killed him without evidence or justification, and now you dare to destroy the Ninth Division? Ethan, you're rebelling against humanity itself! What exactly are you trying to accomplish?"
Matriarch Whitmore's cold snort cut him off. Markham flinched, lowering his head and falling silent.
Celeste stepped forward, ready to defend Ethan, but he raised a hand, his sharp gaze warning her back.
"You say I have no evidence?" His tone was like ice. "Then do you have proof of his innocence? As for what I intend to accomplish… heh… anyone who crosses me dies."
Fury sharpened his words. With that declaration, a murderous aura erupted from him, suffocating and violent, as if forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
