"Dammit. We're so close, but it feels fucking impossible."
"Hold your ground. It's not fully mature yet and isn't used to this level of heat. We can slowly wear it down. Who cares about the competition—focus!"
Theron's gaze flickered. He recognized those voices. But considering the noise they had just been making, how was it possible for him to have only just heard them? Even if he couldn't use his Third Eye, it didn't make—
Theron immediately leapt to the side.
BOOM.
An arc of flames landed right where he had just been, but the fire couldn't seem to burn away the foliage at all. Instead, it licked against the greenery for a moment before it was snuffed out in plumes of steam.
Even so, the shrubs Theron had been hiding behind were completely leveled, exposing Theron, who weakly pulled himself back up to his feet.
"You?"
