Two apex-level titans—finally face to face.
Endless studied Ethan with a flicker of something like admiration in his eyes. "Not many have the guts to walk in here alone. You're the only one. Gotta say... that takes balls."
Ethan smirked. "At least I'm not the one who got chased halfway across the continent by a mutant beast horde."
"Ugh..." Endless's brow twitched. So that little piece of ancient embarrassment had made the rounds, huh? Great—now even the corpses knew.
While the two of them kept their cool, Gorthas was anything but.
"Endless! Help me, damn it!" he shouted, panic rising in his voice.
He was desperate now, clawing for any way out of this.
Endless finally spoke, his tone calm but firm. "Let him go. The offer still stands—become the sixth Deathless Sovereign of Heartland. But if you kill him now, there's no going back. Think carefully."
"I've got nothing to go back to," Ethan said flatly.
