BOOM!
A deafening roar cracked through the sky.
Storm clouds churned violently above, magic energy surging like a tidal wave. The dark, swirling tempest that had been coiling around Cicero suddenly exploded outward, expanding at a terrifying speed.
In mere moments, the storm had already stretched to a staggering 500,000 feet in diameter—and it wasn't slowing down. It kept growing, fast—700,000 feet… a million… 1.2 million…
Even 1.5 million feet—and still climbing.
"What the hell…"
"So fast! I can't believe it's already broken past 1.5 million feet… Looks like Cicero's awakening is gonna blow Seraphina's out of the water," Ethan muttered, eyes narrowing before a wide grin spread across his face.
The stronger Cicero became, the better it was for him. More power, more potential—it all played into Ethan's plans. Of course he was thrilled.
Honestly, if he could get a few dozen more awakenings like this, he'd welcome them with open arms.
Bring it on.
