Black fists of the World Tree continued to pound away at Judah, time after time until finally, Nyx stopped.
Judah was nearly unconscious, just barely breathing.
The Stasis sphere vanished.
Nyx watched Judah with apathy. "It seems that you've managed to just barely cling on to life. I don't like people who interrupt my conversations."
Akasan's eyes were white all over. Veins pulsed on his neck as he strained with all his might.
Nyx looked over at him. "Give it up. I'm not letting you go. You can watch your friend die."
< Akasan and the other kid looked at each other and gave each other a thumbs up.
"I'm Judah, seventeen."
"Akasan, sixteen." >
< "What about you? Is there a reason why you want to get stronger?"
Judah took a bite. "Yeah. Titania's last king died of old age. He was my grandpa. Since then Titania's been king-less for the past few years. I wanna be the next person to take the throne. I have to be."
