Ethan fell silent, and so did the three elders adorned with their ornate accessories.
Although they hadn't seen Ethan's full power with their own eyes, the wounds Nok suffered were enough to show that his strength was terrifying.
Not wanting to take unnecessary risks, one of the old men exhaled and turned his gaze toward Nok behind him.
"Give him the antidote," the man ordered.
Nok hesitated for a moment, then nodded. She reached into the pocket of her skirt and tossed a small bottle containing ten antidote pills toward Ethan.
Ethan caught it with one hand. As agreed, he would not continue the fight.
He sheathed his sword and deactivated Ashura Mode. The crimson glow faded from his eyes, and his hair returned to its natural black.
"Our business is done. Don't disturb us again," said the old man firmly.
"Of course. You may leave."
The three elders turned west, escorting Nok and the four injured warriors.
