If just one of Ethan's fists landed on them, they would be shattered into minced meat in the blink of an eye!
His violent offensive shook the surroundings, the cracks in the golden seal widening, inch by inch, becoming large enough to fit a person through. Reverting his hands back, Ethan charged into the crack and reached the stone platform.
Looking up, he saw the crack before him healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He glanced at Chrome Silkrain and the others.
A mischievous, sharp smile flashed across his eyes.
Clearly, it was better to isolate the three outside and enjoy the treasures inside undisturbed.
The three seemed to realize this unspoken truth, exchanging glances and rolling their eyes inwardly.
Aether was such a jerk.
Yet no one dared to voice their discontent aloud.
Forced to remain obedient within the protective formation, they watched Ethan move forward to claim the prize.
Ethan stepped onto the stone platform, approaching the grand coffin.
