Coach Jefferson walked in front of Rex and Seraphina, his expression as cold and unreadable as ever. "First of all, I'd like to see just how much you can control Aether," he said, pointing directly at Rex.
Rex, still reeling from the intensity of everything that had been revealed, took a deep breath. His heart raced, but he managed to focus. He raised his hand, and slowly, the familiar crackling energy of Aether began to gather at his fingertips. The bluish glow swirled in his palm, and within moments, Rex had formed a ball of Aether, its energy humming with raw power.
Jefferson's eyebrows raised ever so slightly, impressed. "Not bad," he said, his voice cool. "For someone who's barely scratched the surface of Aether, you've already managed to stabilize its basic form."
