"Breath of Balance."
Thalor's words rang in Malakai's ears, and the world slowed.
Not to Thalor.
To him, he had only just invoked his technique. The cold morning air gathered beneath his nose, sucked in at a rapid pace. It rushed through his lungs, then surged through his body like an explosion of adrenaline.
Every inch of his body was enhanced to its current peak.
But while all of this happened in barely less than a second, to the one whose world had slowed, it felt longer.
Malakai's eyes were cold, and though the world around him barely moved, his mind was running at a speed no Genesis stage evolver had any business reaching.
Thalor had barely taken a step, yet Malakai had seen everything the boy had yet to do. It was as though he could see the future. But as someone who was logical in every sense, Malakai knew better.
Vita nodes.
During the three months he had spent training for the hunts, Malakai had pondered hard on where to form his first vita node.
