Ethan opened his eyes.
A faint shift passed through his gaze as awareness returned to him, and although his posture remained still, there was a subtle difference in the depth of his presence. The energy within him had settled into a new configuration, one that felt more intricate and more refined than before. It did not surge outward violently, nor did it remain passive. Instead, it existed in a controlled state, as though it was waiting for a command.
"I have gained another supreme talent. I wonder, if this is the ninth talent, what would the ultimate one be?" he thought.
The question lingered in his mind with unusual weight. It was not simple curiosity, nor was it mere excitement. Each talent he had obtained so far had reshaped his understanding of power, and if this was only the ninth, then the tenth could not be something ordinary. It would not simply be stronger. It would likely transcend the framework he had been operating within.
