Zero was at a loss for words. I had just revealed that I knew his true identity, a secret he had likely guarded for most of his life. The fact that I spoke of it so casually, as if it were common knowledge, had clearly rattled him, making him falter in both stance and confidence.
He stood before me now, his initial arrogance dimming as the weight of his exposed identity seemed to press down on him. And to think, he had been foolish enough to give us the first strike.
"Who cares how I even know?" I taunted, watching his expression carefully. "But I do have a question: do you still believe that I can't use aether?"
