Inside the private booth, Ethan's disguise had already faded.
These system-assigned booths were isolated spaces, independent of the outside world. Since he hadn't been attacked, and their conversation hadn't involved faction conflicts, no penalties were triggered.
With a flick of his wrist, Ethan reactivated his disguise skill, the illusion settling over him like a second skin. Satisfied that his appearance was once again concealed, he pushed open the booth's door and stepped back into the dimly lit tavern.
As he walked, Ethan mulled over Emery's final words. Though the man hadn't said it outright, the implication was clear: if Celeste received a mission to eliminate the remaining members of M Squad…
She would do it.
Would Celeste really kill them? The question lingered in Ethan's mind.
As much as he doubted she'd turn on them, he wasn't about to sit around and find out.
He ambled toward the city gates, seemingly unaware of the shadowy figures tailing him.
