"Don't worry, I will never fall easily unless I untie the chains of this world."
Ethan smiled faintly.
Those words were not arrogance, nor were they empty bravado.
They were a calm statement of fact. His road was still long—longer than most could even imagine. Beyond the endless mountains and seas, beyond the shifting dynasties and decaying empires.
There was still the White North waiting for him.
Senior Sister Althea was waiting.
With a casual wave of his hand, all the storage rings left behind by Thousand Faces were swept into his sleeve.
That man had slaughtered countless people in his lifetime. Every identity he wore carried blood, every escape was built atop corpses. The treasures he accumulated were naturally terrifying in quantity and value—a true fortune gathered through sin.
Ethan sat cross-legged and slowly adjusted his breathing.
