The laughter stopped. The air in the small bread shop grew thick and heavy, as if an invisible weight had settled over every surface. Frener's hand remained frozen, the red destructive sphere still crackling in his palm, but his eyes were no longer fixed on Jack and Elina. They were fixed on Ethan.
Frener studied the young man sitting across from him. He could not sense any cultivation from him. No aura. No pressure. Nothing that would explain the sudden shift in atmosphere. That alone made him uneasy, but his pride as an Eternal Singularity Realm being would not allow him to show weakness. He was a hunter sent by gods themselves. Who could threaten him?
