Malik kept staring at her.
His face didn't change.
But in his head, he was doing the math.
She was around, what, five, six, seven years old back then?… Now, about eleven years later, she should be at least sixteen years old. An Al-Faris at sixteen... What was he at sixteen? The rank after hers, Al-Saif? No. That was earlier. Wasn't that the age he got done ending a war and was performing his pilgrimage to the edge, Arba'in?
Indeed. He was almost a Jinn by then.
There was nothing to compare.
He was beyond her on every level.
Still, her progress actually wasn't so bad.
She couldn't risk it like he did; she didn't skip entire sub-ranks like he did.
Malik agreed with Cyrus's choice of words; she was a genius; her pride originated from truth.
It was only that she was up against a monster of reason; if not, then there was no doubt that they would be surprised and incredibly impressed.
He, however, was not.
Sure, he acknowledged her fast rank-up speed, but it stopped there.
