And yet, this was the first time Aether had ever encountered Thousand Faces.
They had never met before.
There had been no prior confrontation, no exchange of information, no chance for exposure.
So how, exactly, had this man recognized him?
Celeste's pupils contracted slightly, a sharp sense of unease stirring in her heart.
As for Thousand Faces, the shock was far more direct.
The gaze he cast toward Ethan was as if he had seen a ghost crawl out of the abyss.
This was his first time seeing Aether.
From beginning to end, his identity had never been exposed—not even a single flaw left behind.
Yet this man had called out his name so calmly.
"Thousand Faces…?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Thousand Faces' voice turned cold as ice. He forcefully suppressed the turmoil in his heart and sneered.
"Today, you will definitely die."
Ethan laughed softly, his tone carrying unmistakable contempt.
"I think it's you who must die."
He did not waste words.
