Elio was already moving through the air at 40 points of speed.
The world became a blur while his spear, reinforced with the iron and carbon alloy he had discovered in his last trial, described a lethal arc toward the Locus's neck.
'This is different,' he thought as his weapon cut through the air.
His new perception didn't just let him see better; it granted him an almost instinctive understanding of space and movement. Each of the Locus's actions projected its next move like a shadow in his mind.
The spear, its surface gleaming with the characteristic dark tone of the alloy, descended toward its target with surgical precision.
The observers held their breath, aware they were witnessing something extraordinary. This wasn't the same Elio from just days ago. This was someone else, someone that was beginning to brush against the limits of what they believed possible.
