Liam's eyes remained fixed on Galen, analyzing every subtle shift in his stance.
'I knew he was strong, but this… this is beyond anything I imagined. He's not even trying. If I had to put a number to it, I'd say he's barely at one percent… if that.' He clenched his daggers tighter.
Beside him, Asher exhaled in excitement, a wide grin breaking across his face. "He's even stronger than I expected… now I'm really fired up."
But his excitement quickly shifted to annoyance as he looked sideways at Liam. "How are we supposed to even touch him, though? I hate to admit it, but… you got a plan, wannabe?"
Liam stayed silent, his eyes still trained on Galen. Asher scowled, folding his arms. "Hey! It's taking all I've got to ask for your help, so start talking!"
