Does she even have the right to speak here.
"It is truly noisy."
Ethan lifted a hand and casually picked at his ear, impatience flashing across his face.
Since Ember insisted on courting death, he would send her on her way first.
Along the way, he would send the rest of the capable fighters from the Palace of the Four Cycles with her, so they would not walk the road to hell alone.
Before his final word even faded, Ethan had already moved.
At the first instant, no one reacted.
Only Valerius and several ancient monsters watching from afar could clearly perceive his trajectory.
"Trying to flee."
Valerius snorted coldly when he saw Ethan streaking toward another direction and immediately gave chase.
Yet in the next moment, his expression shifted.
Ethan curved slightly in midair and redirected his path straight toward Ember.
"Not good."
"Ember, retreat."
Valerius' voice boomed across the sky.
Only then did Ember realize something was wrong.
