"…Now."
"Let's conquer this city."
"This time… properly."
With that vow etched into his mind—
Ethan began the hunt.
And in the darkness of Ashvarn…
The hunter had returned.
Carrying the Executioner Sword, Ethan Heart stepped once more into the streets of Old Ashvarn.
The silence was suffocating, the air heavy with despair and decay.
He turned left, then right… but found nothing, a faint frown forming on his face.
"How long was I unconscious…?"
There was no way to tell.
This buried city knew neither day nor night—nothing to mark the passage of time, no rhythm to anchor it.
At the very least, Ethan was certain he had been gone for over a day.
He had survived… but survival was not what weighed on his mind.
What troubled him… was the fate of the other hunters.
"This city is crawling with horrors… even powerful ones near its edges… so how many of them could possibly survive something like this?"
He walked forward without even bothering to conceal himself anymore.
