In his mind, the answer could only fall within two unreasonable possibilities.
Sixteen years old. Two years ago.
Or seventeen. One year ago.
Either would already defy common sense.
Michael answered calmly.
"This year."
The words hung in the air.
For a heartbeat, no one reacted.
Then the Starborn's eyes widened. Thanks to his presence, everyone had been using the universal language almost instinctively from the start, and this was one of those moments.
"This year?" he asked shakily, disbelief slipping into his voice. "Are you saying you have only been a supernatural for a year?"
Michael nodded. "Half a year."
Varun felt his throat go dry.
Ruel's mind went blank.
The old man stared at Michael as if he were looking at something that should not exist.
Half a year.
Half a year, and he was commanding multiple Rank three undead, and had even come close to killing a Rank four powerhouse.
