Kyle? He inhaled, relaxing his tendons that were beginning to stretch beyond normal from exhaustion.
His eyes wandered beyond the crowd, beyond the chaos, settling on a lone figure. Kyle's gaze locked onto him, a silent exchange passing between them. It was as if he sought unspoken permission… and received it.
A single nod.
Permission granted.
Kyle stepped forward.
"To have brought me this far… I acknowledge your growth. The progress you've made in just two weeks is remarkable. But this… this is where it ends!"
Spatial Art by its very nature was never meant for offense. It had always been a support-class Art, one designed to bolster others, to provide cover, or to create safe passage in the thick of battle.
Those who specialized in it were trained to forsake the rush of the frontlines, to accept their place as the silent hands behind every victory.
But Kyle wasn't like the others.
