Far above the battlefield, within the vast white room that existed beyond the awareness of those below, the World Master sat in silence as his gaze remained fixed on the floating screen before him where every movement of the battle unfolded in perfect clarity.
At first, his expression had been filled with amusement like always as he watched the humans struggle beneath the pressure he had personally unleashed.
But that expression no longer remained the same as his eyes followed a single figure moving against the impossible. Jack.
The World Master leaned forward slightly, his fingers resting against his chin as his gaze sharpened while he observed the way Clyde (in Jack's body) moved through the air. The way lightning and flame merged seamlessly around him, and the way each of his attacks carried a level of force that should not have been possible at his current stage.
"This…" he murmured quietly, his voice losing its earlier mockery as worry took its place.
