Even though Ethan had ntally prepared himself for this, Seraphina’s transformation still hit him like a freight train.
On the surface, not much had changed—her innate abilities like Venomous Dragon Breath, Forest King, Magic Immunity, Divine Dragon-King’s Empowernt, and Heart of the Unyielding were all still there, exactly the sa as before.
...
But the real ga-changer?
That would be the Sacred Realm—now doubled—and the brand-new SSS-tier skill: Draconic Wrath Ascendant.
"I can’t believe it... Seraphina actually evolved into a dual Sacred Realm form," Ethan muttered, half in awe, half in disbelief. "Was it just dumb luck? Or is it because she’s getting close to her racial limit?"
Up until now, the only Crimson Ultimate hero Ethan had seen with a dual Sacred Realm was Cicero. And now Seraphina had beco the second. But this wasn’t just a costic upgrade—this dual form was terrifying.
At first glance, the two Sacred Realms looked completely different, like they had nothing to do with each other. But the more Ethan studied them, the more he realized—they weren’t separate at all. In fact, their powers could actually rge on a deeper level.
Originally, Seraphina’s magical law affinities were limited to Storm, Venom, and Forest. But now? She had three more: Wrath, Chaos, and Demonic Power.
These weren’t just any elents. In the world of Glory Lords X, these were top-tier forces—high-level magical laws that only the most elite could wield. You didn’t ss with them.
But that wasn’t even the most important part.
In Glory Lords X, stats weren’t just numbers you added or subtracted. Whether it was base attributes like attack, defense, spell power, knowledge, HP, resistances, physical or magical defense, or even debuff resistance—none of it followed simple math.
Everything scaled exponentially.
To put it simply: even if two characters had the sa stats, one with ten tis the damage or HP wouldn’t just be ten tis stronger. You couldn’t just throw ten average enemies at them and expect a fair fight. They’d get steamrolled.
Because this wasn’t just a numbers ga—it was a qualitative leap. A total transformation.
And that sa logic applied to the dual Sacred Realm.
At first, it might seem like just two different Sacred Realm forms slapped together. But as the ga progressed, as the power deepened, those magical laws would start to blend—amplifying each other in ways that multiplied Seraphina’s strength exponentially.
So even just looking at her Sacred Realm alone, Seraphina wasn’t the sa as before. She’d leveled up—hard. The gap between her old self and now was like night and day.
And that’s not even counting the new skill she’d unlocked—Draconic Wrath Ascendant, an SSS-tier burst ability.
"Damn... no wonder it’s ranked SSS," Ethan breathed. "Thirty minutes of full-on rampage mode? That’s insane!"
To him, the most terrifying part of the skill wasn’t the flashy effects or the over-the-top stat boosts—it was the duration. Thirty whole minutes. That was practically an eternity in high-level combat.
Everyone knew that the stronger the fighters, the faster battles ended—unless it was a dead-even match, fights rarely dragged on. Which ant...
A burst skill that lasted thirty minutes? That wasn’t just a trump card—it was practically a permanent buff for the entire fight.
Normally, burst-type abilities were used to finish things quickly or turn the tide in a desperate mont. But Draconic Wrath Ascendant? It could carry Seraphina through an entire battle from start to finish.
That wasn’t just strong—it was absurd.
No wonder it earned the title of an SSS-tier divine skill.
But still...
Even with all that, Ethan couldn’t help feeling a little frustrated.
"This still isn’t enough to hit the racial limit? Seriously... this is way harder than I thought," he muttered with a sigh.
To be honest, up until now, he hadn’t really grasped just how tough reaching the racial limit actually was. There were tis he’d even vaguely assud it might not be that big of a deal—maybe just another milestone you hit if you kept leveling up.
After all, look at Cicero.
Cicero had broken through the racial limit like it was nothing.
He didn’t struggle. He didn’t grind. Hell, he barely even paid attention to it.
By the ti Ethan had started seriously tracking Cicero’s progress, the guy had already shattered the limit and moved on like it was just another Tuesday.
Naturally, that gave Ethan a false sense of how this worked.
Made it seem like breaking through the racial limit wasn’t that hard. Like it was just sothing that happened eventually.
But now? Now he finally got it.
Not hard?
Yeah, right.
Cicero didn’t make it look easy because the process was simple—he made it look easy because he was just that damn powerful. So powerful that even the racial limit couldn’t hold him back.
But everyone else?
Even soone as insanely strong as Seraphina—who’d had Ethan pouring everything he had into helping her—was still stuck at 96% evolution progress.
Ninety-six percent.
So close... and yet still not there.
Which only made it painfully clear just how brutal that final push to 100% really was.
And it also made one thing crystal clear: Cicero’s potential, his innate talent, was absolutely off the charts. Freakishly so. He wasn’t just ahead of the curve—he was on a whole different plane of existence.
A different level entirely.
"Whatever... people are different," Ethan muttered, shaking his head and trying to talk himself down. "She’s already at 96%. If we keep pushing, there’s still a shot she can break through."
Just as he was trying to convince himself, Seraphina suddenly gasped.
"Master, look! The Divine Colosseum... it’s disappearing!"
"What?" Ethan blinked, then looked up—and sure enough, the Divine Colosseum was starting to fade, its massive structure slowly becoming translucent, like it was dissolving into thin air.
He quickly pulled up the system ssage panel.
And there it was.
Ding!
Player Valkarion, please be advised: Unfortunately, the special structure within your territory, the Divine Colosseum, has exhausted all of its internal magical energy and is now beginning to vanish...
"It ran out of magic?" Ethan stared at the ssage, stunned for a second.
Then, slowly, realization dawned on him.
His eyes narrowed, a flicker of understanding flashing across his face.
Of course.
These so-called "special structures" weren’t really permanent buildings in the traditional sense. They were more like condensed remnants of powerful magical laws—left behind by ancient beings, or ford through so unique convergence of energy.
But in the end, that was all just surface-level.
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