Ethan traveled alone alongside Jackson and Luna, separated from the rest of the hunters in order to spare them from the pursuit of the monsters affected by the curse.
During the first fifteen minutes of wandering through the distant parts of old Ashvarn, no danger crossed their path.
They passed through the empty streets peacefully, without encountering a single monster.
Jackson deliberately headed toward the outer outskirts of the city, staying as far away from the old cathedral as possible, hoping the creatures dwelling inside it would not be drawn toward them.
For a brief moment, it truly seemed as though everything would proceed smoothly.
Luna had already stated that she would be capable of suppressing the curse after only one hour had passed.
But before even thirty minutes could go by—
Everything changed completely.
A full one hundred and eighty degrees.
They felt it clearly.
A strange wave of mana erupted from Ethan's body while he rested on Jackson's back.
