Too Much Time

The concrete training area, located a short distance away from the manor, had been completely transformed.

Massive craters now littered the ground, cracks splintering out in every direction. Towering blocks of jagged ice, like frozen spires or insect-like icebergs, jutted up from the floor, the aftermath of an intense, uncontrolled battle.

At the center of all the destruction were the ones responsible for it: Ice and Apollo, both doubled over, huffing and panting from exhaustion.

Then, without warning, Ice lifted his massive club and swung it through the air with force,

But the swing hit nothing.

Because in that exact moment, something had leapt straight onto his chest, knocking the wind out of him and sending him flying backward.

Ice crashed right into Apollo, who stumbled from the sudden impact.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Apollo snapped, turning to glare,

Only to stop mid-sentence.

Standing in front of him was Kai.

Transformed.