At first, Quentin Pryce was gloating, constantly enlarging the Fireball in his hand. But the longer he kept it up, the smaller and slower its growth became.
If it grew beyond the limits of his control, he would lose his grip on the Fireball completely.
The Golden Crow's Fireball, in contrast, started slow. But the longer it continued, the faster it expanded, until it had steadily begun to surpass Quentin Pryce's.
Quentin Pryce's expression turned grim as raw hatred surged within him. Gritting his teeth, he continued to pour his superpower into the massive Fireball.
The Crown Prince and the civet had long since vanished from the Golden Crow's back, but the scene was so chaotic that no one had noticed. Quentin Pryce only realized this when the captives behind him were unshackled and began fleeing into the wilderness surrounding Morhaven.
