Chapter 92: Fighting the city lord.
The silver aura radiating from Ezekiel suggested reason had already departed the conversation.
Footsteps echoed across broken stone as Ruan and Zhao approached. Both generals had sensed the monkey’s death—the sudden absence of that overwhelming presence that had dominated the battlefield.
They arrived to find their City Lord radiating barely controlled hostility toward the anomaly who had saved them on multiple occasions.
This is not good.
"My Lord?" Ruan ventured carefully. "Is there a problem?"
Ezekiel didn’t turn, eyes locked on Ethan. "This... individual refuses to explain his capabilities. Claims to be a simple citizen despite demonstrating talents that defy anything we’ve encountered before."
Here we go again.
The thought flickered across both generals’ minds simultaneously. They’d witnessed this pattern before—whenever someone displayed power that threatened Ezekiel’s authority, accusations followed.
Then convenient deaths.
General Morrison, who had a C- Rank talent, had been "discovered" as a traitor.
All threats to the established hierarchy were eliminated without question.