"…Had a feeling that's how it'll turn out."
Though he zoomed through his running track at a speed that broke the sound barrier, a bitter smile still adorned Ataraxia's face as he noticed his opponent seemingly waiting for him to finish at the end of its own running track.
Feeling a bit humiliated by the sight, that feeling quickly died down as the young man reminded himself that his opponent was nothing more than energy taking on a different shape.
Taking a bit of time to sort out his thoughts after that, he then made his way back to the start of the track, where Aeramis looked at him with a hint of pity on his face.
"Were you expecting this sort of outcome?" the man asked him, recalling how Ataraxia mentioned just minutes earlier that the current race would be an even greater challenge for him.
