"Wake up." Michael twisted Kevin's body around in the air, flipping it over several times until he finally woke up.
Kevin was definitely conscious; it just seemed like he was lazy and didn't want to wake up.
"Fine... stop." He finally decided to drop the sleeping charade and used his shadows to stop himself in midair.
'Hmm.. he got stronger again' Michael noticed. Upon inspecting Kevin's mana, he saw that his strength had increased to the point where all he probably needed to do was form a mana core. The speed of his progress was a bit too fast, even by Michael's estimations.
He assumed that if Fafnir hadn't helped him, the two of them would be on a similar level of strength by now. But alas, he had taken the opportunity and gained much more than he could have ever asked for.
Even if Kevin formed his core, he would still be no match for him.
