The warm winds of the summer drifted through the open balcony, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass.
"…"
With a tight-lipped look, Julian gazed out at the night-descended city of Tiamut, and from here, he was able to see the colorfully lit stadium standing over the city like a giant turtle shell.
"I got it now… Kiernan, if you're Iron, then I shall be Metal!"
Julian spread his arms wide, hopped on top of the railing, and looked towards the dark, starry sky. If he fell, he would fall about fifty floors down to his death.
Yet, there was no fear on his face.
"Metal Style… that shall be it. My ultimate style that surpasses yours, Kiernan!"
With that declaration, the cracked soul started fixing itself as if the time was quickly turning back to a moment when it was whole and unbroken.
In an instant, it was fixed, and a wave of strength washed over him like a warm bath. It felt extremely good, and for the first time in his life, he felt whole and powerful.
