Ethan was looking at Zara.
Her body was no longer just flesh and bone. She looked like a vessel made of pure, swirling dark energy. A heavy, destructive pressure pulsed from her heart every few seconds. It was like a drumbeat of the end of the world.
This was the passive aura of her bloodline. Even though she was unconscious, the power was so thick it distorted the air around her.
Zara was no longer just a girl; she was a young hatchling of the Apocalypse Race.
"Mr. Ethan, how is she doing?" Rose asked. Her voice trembled. She was standing a few feet away, her hands clenched tightly.
"Don't worry, she is doing fine," Ethan answered. His voice was calm, but his eyes were sharp. "Her body is simply rewriting itself. It will take some time to stabilize such a massive amount of power."
Ethan knew he needed to focus. He sat down on the floor, crossing his legs.
He needed to look into the future. He needed to know what that black shadow in his vision meant.
