At this moment, Naga Swordmaster Kairos was completely consumed by despair. His face had gone ghostly pale, and even his long, sinuous tail—usually swaying with confidence—was trembling ever so slightly.
That subtle shake said it all: he was terrified.
The next second, he looked at Ethan with sheer panic in his eyes, a flicker of pleading and submission buried deep in his gaze.
Then, his voice quivered as he spoke, "R-Respected Lord Valkarion… I—I think there might've been some kind of misunderstanding between us. Really, we could sit down and talk this out, right?"
Ethan couldn't help but let out a dry laugh, shooting him a look that practically screamed, "Are you serious?"
A misunderstanding? The Soulbind Shackles were already activated—there was no going back from that. Even if, by some miracle, this had all been a mistake, once those shackles were triggered, there was no stopping until blood was spilled.
No chance in hell.