"Ready?" Anton said with the omega cube on his arm, like a hologram of a stopwatch hovering above it. The time of the operation was almost neared and Wrik, who was with the most crucial test, still had not finished his training.
Wrik nodded in his position. His legs were on the mark as the mana point in his body swirling and mostly on the lower body. His eyes were on the track, waiting for Anton to start.
"Here we go then," Anton said and enabled the recording device for speed measurement. "3 . . . 2 . . . 1"
Just the moment he said it, Wrik released the maha mana momentum he was preparing at once. He dashed at his top speed the very moment and with that momentum in place, it helped him to move a little less than the 100-metre mark, but after that, it was all on his legs and mana manipulation.
