Kingsley Sky remained kneeling on the floor, his knees pressed firmly against the surface as his golden eyes remained fixed on Aura Nova, who floated above as though she were the creator, the architect, and the final authority of all creation itself.
She hovered effortlessly, her presence alone warping the atmosphere, making it feel as though the world existed only because she allowed it to. Kingsley did not know exactly how he was supposed to feel after this spar. Confusion, frustration, awe, disbelief, everything churned together within him, yet none of them fully surfaced.
Throughout his life, he had always been strong… or rather, ever since receiving his Universal Blessing, strength had become an unquestionable constant in his existence. No one had ever truly been his match. Every mission he completed during his time in the military had been carried out with ridiculous ease and near-perfect efficiency.
