Ethan had many things he needed to do.
But before all of that, there was one thing that came first.
The merging of the Progenitor Bloodline.
If there truly existed a bloodline connection between him and humanity, then no matter where Rose was, no matter how far his family had been scattered across creation, he would find them.
Even if they were hidden beyond worlds.
Even if they were buried beneath epochs.
He closed his eyes.
"Merge."
The command was simple.
The instant his will descended, the Progenitor Blood responded.
Warmth flooded into his body, not violently, not forcefully, but gently, as if something that had always belonged to him was finally returning home.
There was no dramatic transformation. No explosive surge of energy. His physique did not twist or expand, nor did his appearance change.
Instead, what he gained was control.
Perfect, instinctive control.
