Ethan stood rooted to the spot, his expression one of extreme urgency, resembling a lion trapped within a cage.
He could feel a strong presence of death, as a dense will of demise enveloped him.
It was as if the Grim Reaper himself had positioned his scythe at Ethan's neck, ready to drop at the appointed time, severing his head from his body.
Ethan could almost hear the Reaper's triumphant laughter; his soul was, after all, of great value.
Pacing back and forth, Ethan forced himself to remain calm as he looked at the pervasive green miasma filling the sky.
"First, let's calmly assess the current situation," Ethan muttered to himself.
"Breaking through the Aurora Veil isn't really realistic. This is Celestial Blossom's passive domain. To break the Aurora Veil, I would have to destroy Celestial Blossom. That goes against my goal, and Phito wouldn't stand idly by."
