On the eighth day, the air in the medical bay shifted. The rhythmic humming of the healing arrays suddenly spiked, then fell silent.
Ethan's amethyst eyes snapped open. He didn't gasp or struggle; he simply sat up with the fluid movement of a panther. Within seconds, the alarm chimes echoed through the White-Rhino.
In less than two minutes, the room was no longer a sanctuary. Twenty elite marines stood in a tight perimeter, their hands resting on the hilts of their spirit-tempered sabers. The air was thick with the suffocating pressure of their combined auras—every single soldier was at the Spiritual Sea Realm. Standing at the front was Commander Malphas, whose presence radiated the terrifying, unshakable weight of the Golden Core Realm.
