A short while later, the runes surrounding the Battle Space flashed once more, and two figures appeared in the plaza almost at the same moment.
Max and Greyjin had both returned from the virtual arena, but the way they came back could not have been more different.
Max stood calmly inside the circle of light. His expression hadn't changed, and his aura remained steady. He looked exactly the same as he had before entering the Battle Space, as though he had just gone for a short walk rather than facing a Dragon Race genius who had used both Half-Dragon Transformation and a pseudo cosmic path at full power.
His face showed no excitement, his eyes held no arrogance, and his body showed no sign of fatigue. He simply stepped out of the teleportation formation with the same quiet composure that had led everyone to underestimate him earlier.
Greyjin, on the other hand, stumbled the moment he appeared.
