The moment The Crimson Star appeared, everyone who saw it exploded into motion—people shouting, people jumping to their feet like they'd been struck by lightning.
By now, almost everyone knew the story: the Awakened had gotten their abilities because they'd seen The Crimson Star.
Which was exactly why countless ordinary Enhanced had been beating their chests in regret for the past year, cursing themselves for one stupid thing—
Why the hell did I go to sleep that night?
So when The Crimson Star showed up again, the regular Enhanced went absolutely crazy with hope.
Did this mean… there was another chance to become Awakened?
These days, any Enhanced who was still alive already had the habit of getting up at night to cultivate. So this time, almost everyone saw it.
Eyes locked onto that crimson point in the sky. Nobody blinked. Nobody looked away. They just stared, waiting—begging—for an ability to ignite inside them.
