Elias hung in the web, the spike inches from Rhys's chest, as his body was frozen in place.
While it was true that he had not used all of his abilities or had fought with the intent to kill, the ease by which he had been subdued was embarrassing.
He had underestimated his teachers by a lot, and even though he suspected that they may be at the Amber Exile Stage, it did not mean that he was willing to fail his first trial.
"You taught me," he said, and his voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. "You both taught me."
Rhys tilted his head. "What did we teach you?"
"Rhys, you taught me that shadows have weight. That darkness can be a weapon, but it can also be a hiding place, and that the best way to win a fight is to not be there when it starts."
Rhys smiled, "I told you this when you were a mortal and your eyes could not hide intent. Damn, that memory of yours is something special."
