In Fighting?
The students returned to the Control Room as told and awaited the professor's instructions.
As witnesses to the inconceivable outcome of Squad Four's drill in the Time Dilation Chamber, the chatter was all ablaze as students recounted events of the exercise like an episode from a weekly released novel.
Arthur's head pulsed with a dull ache from the strain of having to watch Sullivan's team fighting the drakon.
For the prince, Sullivan's improvements were the equivalent of having his own fighting style and mind eviscerated to the bone and replicated from the ground up.
What he'd taken years, decades with hours of daily training and persistence to hone and perfect had taken the human the span of one time-dilated day.
In fact, it could have been three hours.
Of course, the prince only compared Sullivan to a version of himself without the use of his flame core.