"Is it?" Jorvik asked as he closed the distance between them.
He didn't have to shout, nor did he have to repeat himself. Even if Liam wanted to hear what he had to say, he couldn't.
"You think it's bullshit?" Jorvik stepped forward, shaking his head. "Try saying that when you're in a spar with Valen. Or Kaelus. Try saying that while you're holding a wooden sword and they're bringing out techniques they learned from tutors worth more than my room. Say that when all the mass in their body is the result of mana cream. Now that's unfair. But everybody else just calls that hard work and dedication."
Liam didn't reply. He couldn't.
The ringing in his ears hadn't stopped. It pulsed in waves, distorting every sound. Jorvik's voice came through the tunnel of pressure in warped tones. Almost underwater.
