Furthermore, she had witnessed Ethan's endurance with her own eyes. It could only be described as terrifying.
"Rest. Do not concern yourself with me."
"Following me, you need only worry about your own condition," Ethan reminded her calmly.
"Understood."
Lunara nodded and sat cross-legged upon the bed. She closed her eyes, regulating her breath and adjusting her state.
Roughly two hours passed.
Ethan, who had appeared to be asleep, abruptly opened his eyes.
At the same moment, a surge of air burst outward from his body, shattering the wooden window.
Whoosh.
Freezing wind roared into the room, whipping his hair violently in the darkness.
Lunara's eyes snapped open. "Mr. Ethan, what has happened?"
Ethan's gaze fixed upon the night sky beyond the broken window.
A streak of rainbow light shot upward from within the city and tore across the sky above Flying Snow City. Dozens of streaks of light followed close behind in relentless pursuit.
