Ethan's eyes were still locked on Alex, his heart pounding with adrenaline and fury. Then, a voice slithered through his consciousness—darker and colder than before.
"[Is that the guy who manipulated your sister? And forced himself on her?]"
Ethan's expression darkened like a thundercloud.
'Yes… it's him.'
"[Want me to get rid of him for you?]" Tiamat asked, his voice like a whisper riding on the winds of a storm.
Taking a pause ethan said.
'No need to go that far. Just give him a trauma so deep... he'll never even think of going near her again.'
Tiamat clicked his tongue—an audible sound in Ethan's mind.
"[My heir… you're too soft-hearted.]"
'Regardless… he's my friend. And I'm a Hero.'
Just as Tiamat turned his divine gaze toward Alex with disdain, something changed. His vision—shared through Ethan's eyes—caught movement behind the silver-haired boy.
Figures—no, silhouettes—began forming.
Multiple.
Each cloaked in an essence that bent the very rules of existence.
