Max touched down in front of the three figures standing just past the finish line.
A layer of sweat beaded on his forehead, and his breath came in sharp gasps. He had pushed his agility to the edge, even taken to the skies in a desperate burst.
Yet he hadn't secured first place.
His golden eyes lingered on Skyler, Zack, and Charles, a swirl of emotions behind them. Still, he offered the trio a smile. At the side, the professor's assistant quietly jotted his name down in fourth place.
He crossed the finish line and came to a halt in front of Skyler, his eyes a bit bitter.
"Congratulations on claiming first place. Did you use a space-type skill? I am glad to see you getting so much stronger—but I am competitive, and next time, the victory will be mine. So don't you dare slack off."
Skyler arched an eyebrow. This guy was almost too selfless for his own good.
