Ethan Smith's body shook violently, as if he saw the old man swinging the last sword at the end of his life.
At this moment, a flood of complex emotions surged within Ethan's heart, and he self-mockingly chuckled.
Yes, why would he foolishly think that he could fulfill all his wishes step by step and rescue Ella Jenkins from the Land of Time, where even gods would retreat? This was nothing but an unrealistic fantasy.
He might even be dragging Ella Jenkins into an even more desperate abyss.
These complex emotions nearly suffocated Ethan.
"Kid, no matter what, you've already done what you could. If you hadn't even dared to try, that would have been the greatest sorrow for your grandmother."
The grand uncle with the dagger spoke calmly.
Ethan quietly looked at that Land of Time.
Ethan understood this principle well. It was just difficult for him to accept that his efforts ultimately only deepened the suffering of Ella Jenkins.
