Third Person's POV
The earlier trace of amusement and casual interest on her lovely face had vanished completely.
In its place appeared a sharp, focused seriousness as her beautiful eyes were locked onto the battlefield.
She watched every movement intently, and her gaze tracked Ethan with such concentration that it seemed as though she feared missing even a single microsecond of the exchange.
In contrast, the thin, dark-haired young man in the midst of the dark clan of the Abyssal Dominion's royal demons still wore his usual lackadaisical expression.
His posture remained relaxed, and he observed the fight with an air of boredom, as if the violent clash unfolding before him was nothing more than mild entertainment.
Jack, meanwhile, was hurled through the air like a discarded rag doll, and before his body could slam into the towering black tower wall nearby, Ethan flashed toward him once again, his speed leaving behind only a faint distortion in the air.
