Ethan didn't answer.
He stood in the center of dust and crackling light, the killing intent on his face no longer something he could hide. Emerald Castle was his turf—his base, the core he'd built up step by step. And these people had the nerve to launch an attack on this scale?
Not far off, Kaelira rushed over.
She was covered in blood. Fresh stains smeared her sleeve and the corner of her clothes, not even fully dry yet. But her eyes were frighteningly bright—no fear, no hesitation. Just the kind of murderous focus you got when a fight lit something up inside you.
When she reached Ethan, her fist was still clenched tight, energy churning restlessly around her like it wanted out.
"What the hell is going on?"
Ethan stared at her, eyes sharp enough to cut. His jaw ground so hard it clicked.
Kaelira snorted, rolling her fist like she was itching to swing again, her expression vicious.
"Just a bunch of ants. Not worth stressing over."
