"Maybe it's because I'm kind."
Ethan said it casually, almost lazily, as if the answer required no thought at all.
It was completely unbelievable.
And yet, none of them refuted him.
Kara merely narrowed her eyes.
Elara lowered her gaze and nodded faintly.
Lunara stared at him for a few breaths longer than necessary, as if trying to peel away the calm mask on his face.
But she said nothing.
Ethan's secrets were like a bottomless abyss.
Before the atmosphere could thicken further, a cold snort echoed across the river.
"Who!"
Five figures descended from the air, their demonic aura surging faintly. Black robes bearing the emblem of the Palace of the Four Cycles fluttered in the wind.
Patrol guards.
They had sensed spatial fluctuations.
They had come to investigate.
"This Obsidian River belongs to the Palace of the Four Cycles," the captain declared arrogantly.
"Everything within it belongs to us. The goldtail fish and all the demonic beassts"
