Chapter 156: Fuck it. Lets Ball
Ethan stood in the center of the circle, arms folded, weighing his options.
Hmm… should I summon just enough for the registration? Or…
His lips curled into a dangerous grin.
Fuck it. Let's ball.
He raised one hand.
The temperature in the hall dipped. A hush swept through the mercenaries as golden shadowy mist bled across the floorboards, curling like smoke from a dying fire. The mist thickened, rippling outward, and then—
Thud. Thud. Thud.
One by one, armored figures rose from the fog. Gleaming full plate, polished as if they had marched straight out of a king's armory. Ten of them in total, standing tall and motionless, each visor concealing a face that might have been human—or something else entirely.
The mercenaries gaped.
"A-are they… humans?" one whispered, voice cracking.
"No way… he summoned men?"
