'Compared to him… I'm nothing.' Gunther thought with a bitter smile.
Never once in his twenty-five years of existence had Gunther believed a class more monstrous than his own could exist. Never once had he imagined someone several years younger would reach a realm so far beyond him that even comparison felt laughable. He had always been the one others measured themselves against.
And now,
It was him doing the measuring.
It hurt.
There was no denying that.
Being overtaken like this should have filled him with resentment, jealousy, even rage. That was the natural response. That was what pride demanded.
But instead,
Excitement stirred in his chest.
Gunther frowned internally.
'…This isn't normal.'
He should hate this feeling. Yet he didn't. The thought that someone like Bruce existed, someone who shattered his understanding of power, made his blood run hot in a way he hadn't felt in years.
Which only made it stranger.
