Skyler finally crawled his way out of the volcano on the ninth day. His new clothes, the ones he had worn before being tossed in the volcano, were now tattered rags. He gasped for air, each breath an effort, his vision hanging by the thinnest of threads.
Yet, he still caught sight of the pairs of silver-clad, infuriating long legs that came to a stop before him. The calamity raised his gaze and looked behind him, or more specifically, at the big army of ice giants emerging from the volcano after him.
His lips curved upward.
"It only took you nine days to understand another Mythic skill. And to think this one was ten times more challenging than the last, requiring a lot of mental strength to form and direct. Amazing, indeed."
The calamity crouched down, meeting Skyler's gaze with a bitter, empty smile.
