Ethan clenched his fists. It was time. That woman definitely did not freeze on her own accord. She was forced to stop mid-swing as a burst of dark, crackling energy shot out from the robed man.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" the robed man spat, his voice echoing in the cramped space. His laughter was cold and mean. "Did you think you were strong enough to stand up against me? You killed these many idiots because I allowed you to. Otherwise, you would already be dead. Heh. You were simply cleaning out trash for me, do you understand?"
The blonde woman's face twisted in pain and agony. Whatever the attack was, she was clearly not prepared to handle it. "Don't fight, fool. Except me, no one will be leaving here alive today."
The two remaining cultists shivered from the words. "Master, what are you saying…"
"Master? That term is not for expendables like you."
