The Ghost Supreme Callum stood up slowly, his pale face splitting into a strange grin.
"Hahaha… I've been hearing about Ethan's talent and ferocity ever since I arrived here," he said hoarsely.
"Yet fate never gave me the chance to meet him."
He narrowed his eyes, spiritual energy swirling faintly around him.
"I only hope… I can live long enough to see the day he returns."
The Supreme from Myriad Treasure Pavilion laughed as well, the sound relaxed and unrestrained. Whether it was genuine amusement or a calm enjoyment of impending bloodshed, no one could tell.
Then—
A cold, faint voice pierced straight through the Blood Tavern's defenses, echoing across the night like a death sentence.
"Asher. Callum. Now is your time."
"If you do not hand over Ethan and the artifact…"
"You will have no choice but to go to hell."
The atmosphere inside the tavern instantly froze.
