Seris wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, then slowly raised his head and looked at Ethan.
All of this—
It was because of him.
If not for Ethan, Mr. Kairon would never have been forced to burn his flesh and soul, never have walked into death with such calm acceptance.
"Ethan!"
Seris' eyes turned bloodshot as terrifying killing intent erupted from his body, dense and sharp, like a blade honed on hatred itself.
"I want you to die!"
The air around him twisted faintly under the pressure of his murderous aura.
Ethan merely glanced at him indifferently.
"Interesting," he thought.
"This one is indeed stronger than his brother. He's already stepped into Ember's tier."
Despite enduring the Heaven-Burning Ten Thousand Fire Formation and the Star of Great Stillness, Seris had not suffered fatal injuries. The white-bearded elder had protected him almost flawlessly.
Talent, foundation, bloodline—none were lacking.
But hatred alone was not strength.
