Third Person’s POV
Since these people had neither placed any restrictions on his power nor visibly hard him while he remained unconscious, he was most likely safe for the mont as long as he did not foolishly provoke conflict first.
After all, existences like Solomon or the Red Lady, who would already be very rare even in a faction like them, would never care enough to kill soone rely for asking where they were.
Thinking of this, Ethan’s crimson eyes gradually turned colder.
At the sa ti, a chilling aura slowly radiated outward from his body once more.
"Who are you and where am I?"
His voice was calm but cold.
Looking at the icy aura radiating from him, together with the cold expression upon his handso face, Elis suddenly smiled softly.
Instead of feeling threatened, she sohow found him even more mysterious and strangely charming than before.
However, she still did not waste ti replying lightly,
"There is no need to get so angry, young man. First, sit down and calm yourself."
Elis had absolutely no intention of answering his questions directly because she simply was not in a position to reveal such things herself.
Seeing that the wood elf woman did not take him seriously at all, Ethan surprisingly did not beco angry.
Instead, his mind beca even calr as he understood that anger alone would not make her treat him seriously.
Without hesitation, Ethan instinctively circulated his dark mana from the newly ford Crystal Core of Darkness within his body.
However, the very next mont, his expression changed slightly, and shock surfaced within his crimson eyes because he suddenly realized that countless cold blue restrictive seals had been placed throughout his mana veins.
Those restrictive seals were extrely minute and hidden deeply within the pathways of his mana veins.
They had been concealed so perfectly that Ethan had failed to notice them earlier in his excitent and confusion after awakening.
The seals acted like barriers.
Each one restricted the flow of mana heavily and only allowed a tiny portion of his original power to pass through.
And after his mana passed through countless such restrictive points throughout his body, the remaining amount beca pitifully weak.
At the mont, his magical capability had effectively been reduced to almost nothing.
To ordinary people, he would seem no different from a normal human incapable of using magic.
He would be rendered completely powerless and defence less against these sinister people, making him nothing more than a fish on the chopping board.
Or at least, that would have been true if Ethan had not possessed the terrifying physical strength granted by the third stage of the Arctic Sovereign Body Strengthening Manual.
But the chance of a person possessing such a body manual was completely unheard of in the Northern Glacial Region.
And even those aura masters who had strong bodies could not simultaneously pursue the path of a mage, as the very reason they stepped on the path of aura masters was that they did not possess satisfactory talent and elental affinity to beco a mage.
The realization instantly made Ethan’s thoughts chaotic, and a mix of dismay, frustration, and anger surged within him simultaneously.
He inwardly cursed his own carelessness and foolishness.
Earlier, he had actually assud that these unknown people had not restricted or hard him in any way, yet now, the truth stood clearly before him.
These restrictive seals had obviously been placed intentionally by a powerful ice mage.
His master Nyx was definitely not an ice mage.
Which ant there was only one conclusion possible.
The people who had taken him away from the Aurora Frost Mountain Range after discovering him were also the very ones responsible for placing these sinister, restrictive seals upon his body and turning him into a nearly powerless captive.
Looking at his shocked expression and the way his crimson eyes had instinctively lowered toward his own hands, Elis suddenly smiled with open mockery and obvious delight flashing across her beautiful face.
Finally, she was seeing the kind of reaction she had originally expected from a young man like him.
Until now, Ethan had remained far too calm.
Even after awakening inside an unknown palace and discovering himself surrounded by strangers, his expression had stayed cold and composed, making Elis feel faintly uncomfortable deep inside, as if she were the one being examined instead of him.
But now, after discovering the restrictive seals hidden all throughout his mana veins, the frustration, anger, and disbelief that appeared upon his face finally made him seem more normal in her eyes.
The feeling of superiority that had briefly disappeared from her heart slowly returned once more.
A faint amused smile curved upon her lips as she suddenly raised her pale hand.
In the next instant, an old dark green wooden staff materialized within her grasp.
The surface of the staff was rough and ancient-looking, covered in faint natural vein-like patterns while dim green mana particles floated around it like drifting fireflies.
Without hesitation, Elis casually flicked the wooden staff toward Ethan with the intention of restraining him and teaching him to speak properly instead of glaring at her with such hostility and arrogance as if he considered her beneath him.
A small green seed instantly popped out from the tip of the staff and dropped onto the smooth white floor before Ethan.
The tiny sound of the seed hitting the ground abruptly broke Ethan out of the shocked stupor he had fallen into after discovering the mana restrictions.
His crimson eyes instantly flashed with a furious glint.
The feeling of being deceived, restrained, and toyed with by complete strangers caused a violent anger to rise within his chest.
Without even thinking further, Ethan suddenly charged toward the elf woman.
His movents were explosive despite the lingering stiffness still present within his body after remaining sealed inside the icy coffin for so long.
For a brief mont, genuine shock flashed through Elis’s erald eyes when she saw the cold anger and killing intent erupting from Ethan.
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