In Ethereal, anyone who had never tasted death wasn't a true expert. Dying in PvP battles, treasure hunts, or high-risk adventures—it was inevitable.
If a player had never died and had only grinded levels by farming monsters, even if they reached Rank 1 on the Leaderboards, even if they were the highest-level player in the world, to real veterans?
They were still a rookie.
True elites had forged their skills through countless deaths, refining their own unique combat styles through pain and experience.
Right now, Ethan was six meters away from one of the Armored Beetle Elites. Suddenly, the creature stopped moving underground. Then, with a sharp twist, it burst out of the ground, turning its massive body toward Ethan's position.
He remained perfectly still.
His black panther form was pressed tightly against the cavern wall, swallowed by the shadows. It was a near-perfect hiding spot.
Ethan held his breath. His muscles tensed.
