Alix and the others bowed deeply, their trembling foreheads nearly touching the floor.
"Thank you, little friend Ethan, for your kindness. Please accept my respect."
Their hanging hearts finally settled, dread lifting like a suffocating fog.
Ethan merely nodded, his expression unreadable as he shifted his gaze toward Seraphina.
The moment her eyes met his, Seraphina felt her scalp tingle and her limbs stiffen.
Ethan's gaze was like a blade—cold, sharp, and utterly indifferent. She suddenly felt like she wasn't even standing before a human, but an unmovable force of heaven that would crush her with a thought.
In front of Ethan now… she was nothing.
Whether she lived or died was no more than a passing thought in his mind.
Even if her master stood here today, even she might not be able to withstand one move from the current Ethan.
Things had changed—utterly, irreversibly.
