Actually, Ethan had noticed that something was off with Seraphina.
But with most of his attention consumed by the overwhelming threat of the Dungeon army, he hadn't really given it much thought. He let it slide.
Looking at it now though… it was a damn good thing he'd asked.
If he hadn't, with the way Seraphina's mental state was unraveling, things could've gone seriously wrong down the line.
True strength isn't just about raw power—it's about grit, resilience, and the will to keep going.
Even scrap metal, if forged enough times, can become steel.
And Seraphina? She wasn't just any warrior—she was the Crimson Ultimate, a hero born of fire and fury.
Ethan reached out, gently brushing his hand across Seraphina's forehead. He smiled and asked softly, "Seraphina, do you remember how long you and Cicero have been with me?"
Seraphina blinked, lifting her head to look at him. Her voice was quiet. "I think… almost a year now?"
