Chapter 645: The Dark Hand Behind The Scenes
Chapter 645: The Dark Hand Behind The Scenes
Third Person’s POVDespite feeling countless gazes resting upon him and hearing the constant whispers surrounding his identity, Ethan remained completely indifferent.
His crimson eyes were instead fixed upon the gloomy sky hanging above Ice Emperor City.
Dark clouds drifted slowly overhead, blotting out what little sunlight had managed to escape through them.
The heavy blanket of grey gave the entire imperial capital an unusually oppressive atmosphere, as though something immense was silently waiting to awaken.
Ethan frowned slightly.
For reasons he couldn’t explain, the longer he looked at the sky, the stronger an inexplicable feeling of suffocation became.
It wasn’t painful.
Nor did it originate from any injury.
Instead, it felt as though an invisible veil had descended around his senses, dulling them ever so slightly.
It was an extremely subtle sensation, so faint that an ordinary mage would have never noticed it.
Yet Ethan wasn’t an ordinary mage.
His soul power was unusually strong for his realm and the soul perception borne out of it had been sharpened through countless life-and-death battles.
Immediately, his soul sense spread inward before sweeping through every part of his body, as he searched for any outside influence.
It went over his Dark Mana Crystal, the seals on his mana veins for any lingering soul power, his physical body, and his soul but he found nothing abnormal, causing his brows to knit together in confusion.
Then his perception expanded outward once again.
It started to disperse to sense the surrounding mana, the earth beneath his feet, and the students, but everything appeared completely normal.
Yet, that strange feeling stubbornly refused to disappear.
It was as though someone had lightly covered his senses with an invisible cloth.
The annoyance lingering inside Ethan’s heart grew slightly.
However, seeing no immediate danger, he simply suppressed those thoughts for the time being.
His crimson gaze slowly descended from the gloomy heavens and swept across the gathered students.
It eventually settled upon Princess Arlene’s group.
More precisely, upon the handsome blond-haired young man standing at its front.
The moment their eyes met, silence seemed to descend between the two.
Edhan Icedust also happened to be observing Ethan.
His serene blue eyes remained calm and gentle, yet beneath that tranquil surface, Ethan could clearly perceive something else.
It was disdain.
Not the loud, childish disdain displayed by inexperienced fools like Erius, but the quiet skepticism of someone who had spent years standing above countless geniuses.
It was the gaze of a man who had absolute confidence in his own abilities.
Or perhaps, the innate arrogance possessed only by those who had never truly known defeat.
Ethan could roughly guess the reason behind that look.
From Edhan’s perspective, he had appeared out of nowhere and casually occupied one of the forty most coveted positions within the New Moon Magic Academy.
A position that even princes, princesses, and the greatest young geniuses of the Northern Glacial Region had earned only after years of arduous hard work, dangerous missions, and proving themselves through merit.