Ethan's gaze swept coldly over the crowd below. It paused on Garrett for half a beat.
He recognized him—the guy who'd shamelessly latched onto him in Atlas City and forced a few words out of him.
Back then, Garrett had only been Tier 10. Now he was Stage C.
Ethan didn't care.
A Stage C (Tier 12) was never beating Blizzard. So Ethan kept looking.
He found him fast.
A man in a black robe, face covered so thoroughly you couldn't even see skin.
The moment Ethan locked onto him, his expression sank.
"Tier 19."
So that was it.
"No wonder…"
Garrett's face twisted when he realized Ethan wasn't even paying attention to him. He stepped forward, voice sharp with irritation.
"Ethan! You remember me or not?!"
Ethan glanced down at him once—empty, chilling, like he was looking at a corpse.
That look made Garrett even angrier.
"Hmph. Even now you're still acting so arrogant. Looks like you still don't understand the situation."
He laughed, nasty and loud.
