At that moment the room fell into a deathly silence as the three men turned their cold, calculating eyes on Ethan. Their expressions darkened, their disbelief palpable. They couldn't believe Someone dared to stand in their way—a mere outsider defying their authority.
However the leader didn't say a word. His hand moved swiftly, unsheathing his katana in a blur of silver.
The blade sliced through the air with deadly precision, aimed directly at Ethan.
Immediately gasps erupted from the family, the sound of the sword cutting through the tension like a scream.
But what happened next stunned everyone.
With a fluid motion, Ethan raised his hand and caught the blade mid-swing.
At that moment the room froze, the sound of the clash ringing in their ears. His bare hand gripped the sharp edge, holding it firm. Blood didn't spill; instead, the room seemed to hold its breath as if time itself had stopped.
