Chapter 405: The Sigil Stirs
Ethan, seething with rage, stormed through the city streets with a full unit of guards in pursuit. From the west side all the way to the heart of the city, he ran like a man possessed. Up ahead loomed the massive inner wall of the city center. Above the arched gate were three words he couldn’t read, but they didn’t need translation—this had to be the City Lord’s manor.
Moments ago, he’d spotted a shifty-eyed old man slipping through that gate. The man radiated the unmistakable aura of a Priest and was flanked by four Transcendent-rank warriors. High-ranking, no doubt. While Ethan didn’t recognize the old man from the West Gate Tower, the four warriors were familiar—they were the commanders of the City Guard.
Chaos erupted behind him. The echo of boots and shouted commands followed his trail.
"Stop him!"
"Don’t let him through!"
"Block the gate!"
The guards posted at the City Lord’s manor spotted the commotion and scrambled to form a defense. But they hadn’t expected Ethan to charge straight at them.
He launched himself off the ground, soaring more than ten meters through the air, and extended his leg mid-flight.
BOOM!
The impact was thunderous. The gate, made from some strange, durable alloy, didn’t break apart—it flew inward whole, crashing through like a battering ram.
"Regis! Uncle Jed! Get your asses out here!" Ethan bellowed as he landed and stormed through the now-ruined entrance.
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