"It's you...?"
Whoosh...
A figure shot out from the distant cluster of elaborate buildings, his arrival cutting through the air like a blade.
Hundreds of mutant creatures followed in his wake. The puppets that had been lying in wait for Ethan's group instantly broke formation and gathered behind the newcomer, as if he were their master.
He was dressed in a dark purple robe dyed with wild grass, tied at the waist with a dark emerald sash patterned like lightning. His long black hair rippled like a storm cloud, and his eyes were bright and sharp. There was an effortless grace about him—handsome, refined, almost otherworldly.
The moment Ethan saw him, he knew this man had to be the main antagonist.
And yet, he couldn't help but curse inwardly.
'Damn you... pretty boy…'
"Are you jealous of how handsome he is?"
Ethan flinched. The teasing voice came from behind him—Princess Star, her delicate hand half-covering her smile.
