Sylen's silver eyes widened, his mouth parting slightly, like he'd just witnessed a ghost walk through fire.
Grugrim froze, one boot still in the air.
Their expression said it all.
Both of them stared at Alex like they were seeing him for the first time.
Yes, they'd seen this ability before—Back when Alex had fought Tharnok.
But watching it live, watching it happen just a few feet away…
That was different.
Compared to the two of them—
Malik barely reacted.
He leaned lazily against the wall, a slow, knowing smirk pulled at his lips.
Alex stood up with a slow breath, exhaling like the whole thing had been mildly annoying.
He was wondering what the hell the proctor was thinking putting all of the competitors together.
Did they want the selection to fall apart before it even began?
Did they really think a fight wouldn't break out? Unlikely.
