Theron huffed out breaths. The puddles beneath him began to pool into foul swirls of crimson and violet, painting the ground a darker hue than the rain alone was capable of.
His body seemed to sway side to side in the wind. Any moment now, he could teeter over, collapsing to the ground.
…
"He's at his limit," Sigil said softly from a distance, his frown deepening.
He recognized the young man as an outer disciple of the Obsidian Eclipse Sect. In fact, he wasn't just any disciple; he was ranked 17th in the Outer Sect.
The Obsidian Eclipse Sect was huge. The number of Duke, Marquisette, and Earl Clans that sent their young talents into their midst was uncountable. There were even some from neighboring Provinces that sent some of their youths for exchanges in diplomacy.
