The four crashed onto the ground before rolling awkwardly across the floor, and several of them groaned painfully from the impact.
When they finally raised their heads, their expressions immediately changed.
At the very center of the tent sat Ethan.
He was seated calmly upon a chair while resting one arm against the armrest and quietly observing them.
Several lamps illuminated the interior of the tent while the flickering light cast moving shadows across his face.
His expression was completely indifferent.
Yet that calmness somehow felt far more frightening than open rage.
Around him stood Noel, Randall and several officers of the Order of Eternal Blade while every one of them silently watched the prisoners.
Nobody spoke.The silence itself felt oppressive.
One of the prisoners swallowed hard because his throat had already become completely dry.
Ethan slowly lowered the report in his hand and looked toward the four men.
His gaze remained calm.
