He looked weak and utterly outmatched.
His strength was no greater than that of the hunters watching from below, and some among them were probably even stronger than he was.
Yet he had thrown himself directly into the face of death without hesitation.
He was either a fearless man of extraordinary courage or a madman with a death wish.
At first, none of them recognized him.
But it didn't take long for the black armor to stir something familiar in their memories. They had obtained that very suit of armor as a reward after defeating Aldebaran, and the person wearing it was someone they knew all too well.
"Ethan…?"
They spoke his name almost simultaneously, their voices filled with shock and terror.
To them, what he was doing was nothing short of suicide. Some could already imagine the horrifying sight of the colossal sword crushing Ethan's body, reducing him to a cloud of blood and shattered bones before he could accomplish anything.
