Third Person's POV
And Ethan, who was the center of their ridicule, remained perfectly still.
No flicker of anger crossed his face.
There was no tightening of the jaw or any clenching of the fist.
He simply stood there and holding the Black Dragon Saber lightly in his grasp, his expression was a mask of utter indifference as if Aram's barbs could no more touch him than a paper sword could pierce steel.
Dark chains that were blacker than the deepest abyss and darker than a night without stars erupted from Ethan's hands and slithered like sentient serpents and coiled tightly around his wrists with a low, menacing hum.
For a moment, he deliberately softened his stance and let a somber and slightly tense expression shadow his face as if trying to mask the storm and fear building within him.
It was all an act and a calculated ploy to ease the vigilance in the hearts of these arrogant fools.
