Chapter 59
"Zach passes." Ben announced as he straightened from his crouched position, his hand brushing lightly against the faint crimson line on his cheek. In the blink of an eye, the wound sealed shut, his skin knitting back together as if it had never been touched.
Nobody could argue or say otherwise—Zach had landed a clean hit, one that not only drew blood from a B ranked hunter but also did so within the time limit.
The timer on the wall stopped ticking, and all eyes immediately darted toward it.
"Forty-five seconds," someone whispered aloud, confirming what many were thinking but were too stunned to say.
"Kindly move to the side," Ben said calmly.
Zach's lips spread into a wide grin, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. The spikes jutting out of his body slowly retracted with a faint clicking noise, sliding back beneath his skin.
