Up on the rock, Gregory's team was frozen in a state of pure shock.
"Boss... look at his feet," one of the scouts whispered, his voice trembling. "He's not just fast. He's predicting their movement before they even make it.."
Gregory didn't answer. He sat with his chin resting on his hand, a wide, satisfied smile spreading across his face.
His eyes lingered on the timer, 'It's only a minute left for the emblem to accept him as the leader.... they just had to take a beating before that happened' Just the thought of it made him laugh.
He watched as the lady leader tried to cast a binding spell, only for Akhil to vault off a nearby tree with feline grace, closing a ten-meter gap in a single bound and shattering her staff with a roundhouse kick.
"Hahaha!" Gregory suddenly burst into a loud, boisterous laugh that echoed over the sounds of breaking bones and desperate shouts. "Look at that! She's a level four caster and she can't even track his shadow! That's gold!"
