Chapter 105 - The Cure

Ethan's breath caught in his throat as the figure stepped into the dim glow of his lantern. The imposing black armor, the cold, ancient eyes—there was no mistaking it. This was the same figure from the murals, the merciless conqueror who had dominated the chaotic battlefield.For a few heartbeats panic seized Ethan. His mind raced, grappling with the reality of standing face-to-face with a legend of terror. He took a step back, his blades trembling slightly in his hands as he fought to steady his breath.Could this really be the same conqueror from the ancient tales? The one whose image had haunted the temple's murals? It seemed impossible, yet the evidence was right before him.But then, Ethan's rationality kicked in. He tightened his grip on the Twin Blades forcing himself to breathe deeply and regain his composure.