Laura listened carefully to every order Ethan gave. He instructed all units to assemble outside the eastern gate. He would not depart until every single soldier was in position and fully prepared.
Ethan then turned toward the lifeless body of the man he had executed earlier. Without hesitation, he grabbed the corpse by the arm and dragged it across the stone floor.
A dark trail of blood followed behind him, stark and unmistakable.
Members of LionArk who witnessed the scene trembled in fear. This was not something they were accustomed to seeing.
They had fought battles before, but this level of brutality, this deliberate display, was different.
Ethan hurled the corpse and its severed head beyond the eastern gate. The body did not immediately fade away as most defeated players did.
It remained there, sprawled in the dirt, soaked in blood, serving as a grim warning to anyone watching.
Bloodblade Ashura was still in his hand. Ethan did not sheath it.
