Creed took one step forward and instantly froze. His eyes widened in disbelief, then narrowed with the kind of thrilled awe that only power could inspire.
It was as if every single cell in his body had been replaced with something sharper, stronger, hungrier.
He clenched his fists, and the joints popped like miniature explosions. His muscles—already defined—had taken on an even denser, sleeker look, not bulky but compact, like a panther moments before it strikes.
The silver sheen that glowed faintly under his skin was the mark of his advancement: Peak Stage 5 Physique!
Just hours ago, he was firmly within Stage 4 which was already strong for his level, but now?
Now his body alone could dismantle most bronze-ranked awakened like they were dolls made of sugar and lies!
And that wasn't even the best part.
