He'd been handed a mission by the system. Impossible or not, he had to see it through, even if it meant biting the bullet.
Ethan watched Uncle Jed's stunned expression. He put on a fearless smile and asked, "What's wrong, Uncle Jed? You're not scared, are you? If you are, I won't hold it against you. Once we're out of here, we can go our separate ways."
Uncle Jed froze at his words. His face flushed crimson. "Scared? Is that what you think of me?" he roared. "Damn it, it's just unifying the Sea of Death! Years ago, when I was in the Forgotten City, I suggested it already. But that spineless City Lord… always carousing, always scheming, and he even—ugh, never mind!"
He slammed his spear onto the ground with a thump that echoed out. "But remember this: the City Lord of the Forgotten City—his head is mine!"
