As they all continued to stand and watch in absolute silence, Asher remained where he was, unmoving. His gaze rested calmly on the Rivelle siblings, who stared back at him with expressions frozen in shock and disbelief.
Yes, they had already known, at least intellectually, that there was a vast difference between themselves and the Tenth Sun. Yet none of them had expected that difference to be laid bare so ruthlessly, so completely, and without even the faintest hint of effort. He had crushed them while sitting down, treating the spar as though it were nothing more than a passing distraction. And when he had finally stood up, he had demolished them even further, as though what he had done before had merely been restraint.
