Ethan felt like a storm bottled up inside a glass jar, shaking from the pressure. His whole body buzzed—not just with energy, but with something far more intense. A power that wasn't meant to sit still. It wasn't just strength. It was something deeper.
It felt like evolution.
Like a part of him that had been sleeping was now fully awake—and refusing to be ignored.
He let out a laugh, quick and breathless.
"Seriously?" he muttered, shaking his head. "I'm actually hyping myself up like a cartoon character."
But even as he said it, he knew it was real.
Every step he took across his room felt too fast, too light—like his body was ahead of him. The floor didn't creak, it barely noticed him. The air seemed to hum. The walls, wide and clean and expensive, somehow felt smaller now. Like the room wasn't built to hold this version of him.