As Kitsuul and Little Bluey whizzed through the air, Damian watched with wonder how she was able to float up like that with those bursts of solidified silver energies.
He wondered if, in the near future, he could form platforms of silver energies on his own feet and be as graceful as her in the skies above!
A minute vanished in a blink—while silence stretched across the arena, thick with disbelief at the ridiculous battle they'd just witnessed.
Guardian Flameborn silently snorted her distaste. That girl below? Her niece. It was only right the Stackborn knew his place and didn't stir up trouble.
"One minute has passed. Another Trial Guardian is born. Lyra Veyrin, passed."
Her voice was nonchalant, almost dismissive, as Kitsuul leapt back onto his master's shoulders, graceful and composed. The blue slime, however, seemed reluctant to stop. It grumbled like a child denied playtime but bounced obediently to Lyra's head at her command.
