"What is he doing…?"
Cyan couldn't help but mutter aloud.
Ethan quietly studied his face. Cyan looked as though he was witnessing something impossible. Confusion lingered in his eyes, mixed with a hint of fear.
Ethan didn't respond. He simply shifted his gaze back to Leon.
They stood behind dense bushes, as the thick vines and trees surrounded them completely.
The moment the four bandits rose, blades drawn and ran to strike, Leon stopped where he stood.
He reached up and removed his glasses.
To anyone else, it would have looked reckless or insane, even. But Ethan understood Leon's skills far too well to misread what was coming next.
Leon stood still, and his crimson eyes fixed forward, with a faint smirk forming on his lips.
"Don't kill him," the bandit leader said lazily from where she sat, her eyes roaming over Leon with amusement. "I want him alive."
"Haaaa–!!"
All four charged at once.
The instant they crossed a certain distance, everything stopped.
