There was no way for Jared to win; it was the brutal reality of things.
The Ant Commander was bad enough, let alone the endless swarm of ant beasts behind it in this cramped and suffocating tunnel. Not to mention the minimal visibility, relying on the weak light held behind them.
Ethan exhaled slowly.
'Yeah… we're probably fucked.'
There was no point sugarcoating it.
And yet, he stood there calmly, torch in hand, as if this were just another normal day.
Like nothing was wrong.
Beside him, the red-eyed A Rank was shaking, visibly so.
Her breathing was uneven, and her hands trembled, the light from the torch she held revealing as such.
She glanced at Ethan, and confusion flickered across her face.
'How is he so calm?'
'Either he's insane, or he knows something I don't…'
Without realising it, she edged closer to him, almost as if drawn by his puzzling confidence. He noticed as such, but he didn't react and kept going back to the same thing.
