In the path of every hero, there existed an unseen wall—a barrier that could not be crossed by training alone.
To truly advance, a hero needed a "trigger."
It could strike without warning: in moments of peace, or, more often, in the fires of life-or-death battles.
But whenever it came, the hero would never be the same again.
And now, Ethan had found his trigger.
The amount of pain coursing through his body was enough to kill a normal man. His instincts and soul, pressed beyond the limit, had no other choice but to evolve.
Suddenly, Meta Essence surged through Ethan's entire being, igniting every fiber of his existence.
His strength began to rise, soaring higher and higher.
Mystique, standing nearby, could feel it too. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she whispered,
"He's actually advancing… How old is he to be advancing this early?"
Power erupted from Ethan like a dam breaking open.
