Ethan shot him a glance, then slowly turned to Draven and said, "Draven, take back the troops you lent me. Also, go clean up the battlefield."
"Yes, sir!" Draven straightened up, nodding immediately.
He was practically trembling with excitement.
He wasn't afraid of Ethan giving him orders—hell, he was hoping for it!
To him, this was a sign.
Especially after witnessing Ethan's true power with his own eyes…
Now, more than anything, he wanted to cling to Ethan's massive leg like his life depended on it.
Because let's be real—titles like "Pirate King" sound cool, but at the end of the day, it's just a glorified rat scurrying around in the shadows. That kind of identity? Not worth much in the grand scheme of things. But becoming one of Ethan's people? That was a whole different story.
Crimson Ultimate-class heroes, commanding elite units of terrifying strength…
That was the kind of power that built empires.
