In this remote wilderness, running into someone was rare, so the two men didn't let their guard down. They kept a close eye on Ethan, quietly analyzing where he might have come from.
Seeing that he was alone, they figured he probably wasn't part of the Black Hand Legion. That group of psychos usually moved in packs.
Besides, this guy looked clean and well-dressed—almost too put-together for someone out here. He gave off the vibe of a big-shot executive or maybe a spoiled rich kid.
"Probably a survivor from the villa district… and he's got a stash of supplies," one of them guessed.
Whether it was for crystal cores or supplies, they both agreed: they couldn't let him go.
"Let's go."
Having made up their minds, they stepped out of hiding and walked straight toward Ethan.
Ethan glanced at them, his expression calm.
Finally, he thought. Took them long enough to show themselves.
