Ethan knelt heavily on his knee, desperately supporting his trembling body with his cracked broadsword. He looked up, his breath ragged, at Carl, who was calmly staring down at him without a single scratch. The demonic aura that had previously surged through Ethan was entirely suppressed by the sheer, imposing presence of his own golden aura.
"You are as crazy as your sister!" He spat at him, his voice lacing with venom and absolute exhaustion.
"Maybe... But don't you know me?" Carl asked in genuine confusion, staring at Ethan with a slight frown. His now golden eyes tried to pierce through the arrogance to find the boy he once knew.
"Why would I know you?!!" Ethan yelled at him, his pride refusing to accept defeat as he was violently forcing himself back to his feet.
