The glass doors shattered violently inward as Cassius Wulfric burst through the entry.
The sound was like a small charge detonating—a jagged, explosive crack that instantly filled the quiet air of the lower arcade with millions of crystalline shards.
The flying glass caught the artificial luminescence of the sector, sparkling briefly in mid-air before raining down over the polished mosaic flooring.
Cassius impacted it like a falling meteor, his body swollen with raw physical power, his A-2 Biological Talent turning his skin into a dense, bronze-like hide that ignored the freezing blizzard effortlessly.
"ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY POINTS IS MINE!"
Cassius roared, his voice vibrating off the high glass ceiling. He launched his massive frame thirty feet through the air, his heavy fist cocked back with enough force to shatter a reinforced bank vault.
Edmund's eyes widened.
The reality of his situation closed in around him like an inescapable vise.
