Apocalypse Lance.

Avalon's excitement didn't go unnoticed. In fact, it was so obvious that it was practically impossible for anyone close to him not to see it.

To Sirius, this was top-tier teasing material right there. At this point, he would have normally been making a lot of jokes and teasing Avalon, but Sirius just couldn't bring himself to do it.

His gaze was fixed on the battle, an eyebrow raised in slight disbelief.

The young boy he had taught on a whim, just because he had nothing to do at that moment—that same boy had not only grown wings but had also soared higher than he could have ever anticipated.

Yes, Sirius expected Atticus to be more of a talent than Avalon, but what the hell was this! An apex-level talent wasn't something he could have ever imagined. If not because he was seeing it himself, it would have been hard for Sirius to believe.