The Riot Valkyrie carried him like he weighed nothing, her grip firm but not crushing, her movements fluid despite the raw power behind them. And as the distance between them and the gate site widened, Ethan couldn't help the thought that crept in.
'Are all A Ranks… no, are all Titled fucking crazy?'
The first A Rank he had encountered was a self-proclaimed that could see into his soul. The second couldn't even use her abilities and had a powerful demon inside her. And now this woman seemed just as deranged.
At this point, it was starting to feel less like a coincidence and more like a requirement.
Eventually, she stopped at a quiet area far from the cameras and any witnesses. It was just a space between warehouses, and when she stopped, she dropped him. More correctly, she just let go of him, letting him fall.
Ethan hit the ground and rolled slightly before pushing himself up, wincing as pain flared through his body, which was still riddled with cuts.
