Ethan was looking at Caseous calmly. He hadn't fought back at all today because if he had, Caseous would have died. Ethan had no intention of turning this banquet into a horror that would stain his reputation for years to come. If he had killed, people would think that he killed people with a slight disagreement. He just wanted to show off—and he had done exactly that.
The fight ended before it even began.
Ethan stood exactly where he had declared he would, one hand folded neatly behind his back, the other lowered at his side as if he had merely swatted away a troublesome insect.
Across from him, Caseous Morningstar collapsed to his knees, trembling and pale, the power he'd so arrogantly flaunted reduced to a pathetic memory.
And the hall—once filled with countless voices—now held only stunned silence.
No one spoke. No one even dared draw a full breath.
For several long moments, time itself seemed to forget how to move forward.
