Sitting down, Stephen finally let the adrenaline fade from his system, and with it came a wave of reflection he hadn't expected. The roar of the crowd was gone now, muffled behind the ringing in his ears, and all he could hear was the heavy, steady rhythm of his own breathing. The after-effects of the fight were catching up to him , the burning in his knuckles, the trembling in his fingertips , but what weighed on him more was the thought of his Vow.
He stared down at his hands, rotating his wrist slowly.
This power… this speed… I only unlocked it because of that Vow.
It hadn't been an easy thing to create, not like Max or Na who seemed to figure theirs out much faster. Even he, while helping Joe search for the right words and the right emotion to anchor a Vow, hadn't truly understood what his own should be.
What could he possibly value enough to sacrifice?
