Something soft pressed against Ethan’s lips, and subconsciously, he opened his mouth in response.
Through the haze in his mind, a faint memory appeared.
A memory from when he was suffering from the backlash of his other half taking over his body after fighting against the Three Great Tribes that attacked the stronghold of the Allied Tribes.
That was the darkest moment of Ethan’s life.
He had lived a simple yet peaceful life, away from wars and other great conflicts.
He had always been safe, never experienced true hunger, and had a roof above his head with a warm bed to sleep in at night.
But all of those things changed when he stepped into the past with Lily.
The young lady whom he had fought in the Clash of Manors had been with him through his times of weakness.
Truth be told, after everything that he had experienced, Ethan thought that he was really pathetic.
A weakling.
A one-trick pony, who could only depend on Partial Resonance to do the job for him.