"Quite not as fast as me now, don't you think?" His tone was cool, edged with mockery. An eyebrow lifted in deliberate provocation.
Sylva's green eyes slid toward him. She didn't move or argue
"Do not take his words to heart," the voice interrupted before she could even decide whether to respond. "He is simply provoking you. The weak-minded always seek to pull others down to their level. Rise above your race, your rivals, and even your idols. Only then will you hold yourself stronger than any being."
Sylva remained silent, her focus drawing inward again.
"And understand this: you are already fast enough. Five hundred meters per second faster than the speed of sound. No human, by natural means, could achieve such speed and remain in control. And you unlike an elemental have mass, muscle, and a body vulnerable to the air's resistance. Pushing further without balance would tear you apart."
She pouted.
