Saracstic but Important Thoughts

Third Person's POV

The dark elf observed the scene in silence, but internally, her thoughts were in turmoil as the earlier fight replayed in her mind on an endless loop.

Meanwhile, Virelle and Velcy approached Ethan and stood at his sides as they cast calm yet measured looks toward the warden.

The warden's smile faltered slightly as though a long-forgotten memory had surfaced.

"Enough," the warden said with authority.

"End this farce at once. You can settle your scores outside but inside this establishment, take to your own affairs."

His words worked like an invisible restraint, and Ethan scoffed as he pulled his saber back though he deliberately ran his fingers along its cold, beautiful blade with a taunting smirk.

Though he avoided direct eye contact with the red-haired demon, his message was loud and clear.

In the end, neither had the snake been slain, nor had the stick remained unbroken.