Theron raised an eyebrow. But eventually, he did as he was told.
Inwardly, he was still calm, wondering how fast he should go, and how long. In the end, though, he chose to go all out in terms of speed. As for his length, he wouldn't allow the old man to see that.
What exactly did he have to lose? At least against an opponent like this… he stood no chance at all.
The old man was prepared to comment, but then he froze.
Theron's gaze had already reached a state of unprecedented concentration, and then it became dull. His entire body seemed to have disappeared where it stood, his aura waning and becoming a controlled center of Mana.
Right then, he was little different from an Imbued Beast, everything flowing naturally between nature and himself.
Then, he pulled himself out seamlessly to find the old man staring at him.