Ethan accelerated through the winding, fog-laden paths of the Crag of Wolves like a silent gale. Squad after squad of core-region elites fell before his iron fists, their refined techniques shattering like glass against his brutal, overwhelming power. He systematically harvested exactly one token from every distinct faction he encountered, meticulously building a multicolored mosaic of talismans in his storage pouch.
Eventually, he slammed a heavy palm into the chest of a young master from a high-ranking clan, sending the boy tumbling into the dirt. As Ethan reached down to claim his prize, he paused.
