"He won so easily," Lord Arckin said with a long sigh as he withdrew his gaze from the arena, the outcome of Max's battle against Adam still fresh in his mind. From where he stood, the difference between the two had been painfully clear.
Adam had pushed himself to his limits, using every technique and ounce of strength he possessed, yet Max had treated the exchange as though it were nothing more than a routine spar. There was no urgency in his movements, no strain in his expression, only calm control that made the disparity between them impossible to ignore.
