Ethan stood still at the center, and the light around him intensified while layers of energy began to form around his body, and it no longer looked like simple power but something refined and controlled.
It was sharpened.
His mana began to compress inward instead of spreading outward, and the chaotic flow he once had at Mythic rank started to settle into something far more stable and far more dangerous.
The air around him twisted slightly, and faint distortions appeared as if space itself was reacting to his presence and struggling to remain steady.
At Mythic rank, power was overwhelming and vast, but it still spread outward in waves.
But now, at this stage, it was different.
Ethan's breathing slowed further, and his eyes closed briefly as he guided the flow within his body while maintaining full control.
His soul trembled.
Not from instability, but from growth.
