Both of them appeared in front of a small, plain-looking hut that stood quietly at the edge of an open patch of land. It did not have any remarkable features. The roof was slightly uneven, the walls were made of rough material, and the overall structure gave the impression that it could collapse if a strong wind passed through the area. There was no visible aura of power, no grand formation, and nothing that would suggest that someone significant lived there.
Ethan stared at the hut for a moment, his expression gradually shifting into disbelief.
"Why do powerful people always choose to live in places like this?" he said, his tone filled with confusion. "Is this some kind of fetish? Or are they just trying too hard to look mysterious?"
Null burst into loud laughter, his voice echoing across the quiet surroundings.
"Did you hear that, you old bastard?" Null shouted without restraint. "Come out and greet our young friend. And greet your daddy as well."
