The moment Arthur smiled, I knew I was going to die.
It wasn't the expression of someone who had gained new power—it was the serene confidence of someone who had transcended the very concept of limitations. The air around him shimmered with authority that made reality itself seem negotiable, while his eyes held depths that spoke to cosmic understanding far beyond anything I had ever encountered.
"Jack," he said, his voice carrying harmonics that resonated through dimensions I couldn't even perceive, "thank you for showing me what I needed to become."
What he needed to become. The words hit me like physical blows as I realized the scope of what I was facing. Arthur hadn't just broken through to Immortal-rank—he had transformed into something that operated according to completely different rules than the rest of us.
