"Ready?"
Silver energy erupted around him, it wasn't the power of his transformation but his own.
He had reached the peak of silver in thirty cores. They all thought.
Even the best awakeners needed four hundred cores minimum to reach the peak of silver. And that assumed perfect absorption over months or years of careful cultivation.
Thirty cores. Thirty seconds.
"H-How?" Ezekiel's voice cracked with disbelief.
This anomaly keeps doing the impossible.
"I'm different. I'm what you call a Child of the World." Ethan's smile held depths that spoke of secrets beyond their understanding. "I can do things others can't. Now, do you see why I wouldn't hide resources from you? It's because I don't need to. We evolve at completely different rates."
Child of the World.
The term carried weight beyond simple description.
Myths claimed they appeared during times of great change, wielding power that transcended normal limitations.
He's not just strong. He's something else entirely.
