Inside the luxurious command tent, the atmosphere immediately changed the moment Ethan stepped inside alongside Randall, Noel, Maverick, and several members of the Order of Eternal Blade.
The four captured men were dragged behind them like dead dogs while heavy chains tightly bound their bodies, and their faces were pale because they already knew their situation was far from good.
The moment everyone inside the tent saw them being dragged in, the noise died down almost instantly.
The tent fell silent.
Marquise Ivan and Marquise Marco frowned slightly while looking at the unexpected visitors, and their eyes briefly moved toward the prisoners lying on the ground.
Meanwhile, Marquise Shatad narrowed his eyes.
The relaxed expression he had a moment ago disappeared completely.
Ethan slowly walked forward before stopping several steps away from the table.
His face remained calm.At least outwardly.
Only the people who knew him well could tell that he was already extremely angry.
