"Who am I?" Ethan smiled faintly and took a slow sip of tea.
"I think Sect Master Kara should already know me. Take a closer look."
His tone was light, almost lazy, as if this were a casual late-night visit rather than a deadly intrusion.
"Presumptuous!"
Morwen's anger flared instantly. Her blood surged, heat rushing to her limbs.
"Master, this isn't right. Let this disciple test him first," she transmitted urgently.
"He might just be pretending to be mysterious!"
"No." Kara's voice was firm and cold. She stepped forward and spread her arms, blocking Morwen behind her.
"If anyone tests him, it will be me. You stay back."
"Noisy."
Ethan frowned slightly, impatience flickering across his eyes.
He snapped his fingers.
A strand of gray-blue flame tore through the darkness like a silent thunderbolt.
Morwen didn't even have time to scream.
