Zack tore his gaze away from Skyler and slowly surveyed the remains of the sand warriors scattered across the vast arena.
His silver eyes flickered with disbelief.
Skyler's even breathing made it painfully clear that the destruction before him had been created effortlessly by him. The only damage to Skyler's still-clean clothes was the straight tears at his shoulder blades.
Yuris, Austin, and Charles were equally shocked. For a while, there was silence.
Ultimately, unable to contain himself any longer, Zack licked his lips and asked the youth standing at the center of the arena.
"Just how strong have you gotten?"
Skyler finally turned to face the four men fully. His hair, catching the dying crimson and orange light of the sky, glowed briefly. The scene formed a radiant ring around him. Yet instead of giving a divine feeling, what Zack felt from him at that moment was an air of desolation and detachment.
The thought left him stunned.
