'What the hell was that just now?' Asher seethed, replaying the scene of Liam's sudden burst of speed and flawless execution of Inferno Edge.
His hands balled into fists, the heat of his own flames curling along his knuckles, but they weren't from excitement.
They were from the bitterness gnawing at him, a raw wound exposed. 'How did he push Galen to actually show even a fraction of his power… while I'm just standing here like a damn spectator?'
The thought hit him like a slap, a bitter taste settling in his mouth. 'Bullshit. This whole time, I've been telling myself I'm better than that wannabe. I never once considered he could surpass me.'
He grit his teeth, every word in his mind sharper than a blade. 'I've been so full of myself, thinking I had all the answers. Tch… pathetic.'
A wave of rage surged through him, his mind racing as his pride took the blow, each thought feeding the flames inside him.
