"Master, don't forget—you're a Crimson Ultimate Hero now too…" Cicero said with a grin, his tone light but tinged with awe. "And I can feel something strange coming from you… a power that's somehow making me stronger!"
He looked genuinely surprised as he said it.
"Oh yeah?" Ethan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "So how much stronger are we talking?"
He had a pretty good idea what this was—it had to be the power of his exclusive Sacred Realm.
"Hmm… I'd say about… ten percent?" Cicero hesitated for a moment, thinking it over before answering.
"Only ten percent?" Ethan blinked, a little let down. He'd been hoping for something more dramatic—thirty percent, maybe even fifty. Ten felt kinda underwhelming.
But Cicero shook his head, still smiling. "Master, don't sell yourself short. A ten percent boost is no small thing for me. And you know I'm not like your average Hero Unit—or even a typical Crimson Ultimate Hero."
Ethan paused, then it clicked.
