Amanda was on the verge of collapsing.
Watching her beloved carve through those creatures with such ruthless grace made her knees weak. Heat pooled in her chest, and lower abdomen leaving her breath uneven and her thoughts scattered.
This was unfair… why was she not the only one allowed to witness this side of him?
With Layena, however, things were different.
She was undeniably stunned, almost entranced by the way Kyle fought. Yet beneath that awe, something sharper stirred in her mind.
'That much magic… that technique, that precision, the way he never panics… there's no doubt he could rival me in a fight… no, he might defeat me.'
And that alone marked him as a first-grade Nightwalker.
Being one herself, Layena understood the weight that rank carried. And yet, someone this strong, this experienced… had remained completely hidden from the organization?
"How is he… perceiving their attacks so precisely?" she whispered, barely audible.
