Galen chuckled, watching the tension between the two with clear amusement, his arms still resting casually in his pockets.
"Well, well," he taunted, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Looks like there's some fire between you two after all. But if you're serious about winning, you better step it up."
He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with challenge. "Because right now, neither of you has come close to touching me."
Liam clenched his jaw, assessing Galen's stance, but his thoughts kept getting interrupted by the resentment radiating off Asher.
He knew they could only outmaneuver Galen together, but he also knew there was no point arguing now. If Asher was too stubborn to listen, he'd just have to keep up.
"Fine," Liam muttered, exhaling slowly to control his breathing, letting his myst flow in preparation. "If you're so desperate to lead, then lead. Just don't slow me down."
