A blinding pain exploded through Free's nose, his vision blurring and his head aching as hot blood streamed down his face like a river.
The sandstone below Free took a crimson-red color as he lay motionless, belly-first, on the ground.
He was not motionless because of the pain...rather, Midas's palm remained on his head, holding him to the ground.
He's not even a Lunite or Eclipser...
Free was disappointed.
Nothing has even changed.
Of course, he didn't expect some sudden power-up, but for the difference in power between him and a trained adult...
How am I going to face the darkness beasts and other Eclipsers...?
"That's enough, child."
"No more chances."
"Hck—ptuh!"
A teaspoon of saliva flew out of Midas's path, free-falling straight down and landing atop Free's pitch-black hair.
What is this...? This feeling?
Humiliation?