Ethan looked toward the two demon generals and smiled faintly.
"Hohoho!"
"I hope I am not late to welcome some dear friends from the Demon Realm!"
The moment Ethan's voice echoed across the battlefield, the chaotic noise surrounding Frostvele seemed to pause for a brief second.
Cold wind swept across the blood-stained snow while fragments of shattered weapons rolled slowly along the cracked ground. Smoke drifted through the air, and broken bodies lay scattered everywhere. Both human soldiers and demons instinctively turned toward the newly arrived figure.
Standing before the fading portal, Ethan calmly adjusted his gloves as if he had merely arrived for a formal gathering rather than stepping into the middle of a brutal war.
Behind him, the portal slowly closed with a soft humming sound.
Julia, who had been locked in fierce combat moments earlier, finally released a quiet breath when she sensed his aura.
"So you finally came," she muttered while wiping blood from her blade.
