Ethan stepped forward slowly.
The young man in front of him didn't notice a thing and kept shoving vegetables into his mouth like there was no tomorrow.
Well, in a world like this, getting one last good meal before dying could be considered a blessing in disguise.
Ethan swung his blade toward the back of the man's neck. The sharp edge sliced through effortlessly, producing a sickening sound of metal grinding against flesh and bone.
The young man's head dropped to the ground, rolling a few times before coming to a stop. His eyes were still wide open, and a few sprigs of cilantro were still clenched between his teeth.
Warm blood splattered onto the surrounding vegetables, making the leaves tremble slightly.
"Huh?" A few of his companions, who had been happily munching away nearby, turned their heads at the sound. Their faces froze in shock, and they stood rooted to the spot.
A half-bitten green onion fell from one of their mouths.
