Chapter 6: Son’s of flame
Max leaned back in his chair, one hand flicking popcorn into his mouth while his eyes danced across a wall of screens. The fight unfolded clearly—Ash darting around bursts of fire, blade flashing, his steps tight and sharp. Kael stayed on him, fists wrapped in flame, each swing sending waves of heat through the air.
Max's lips pulled into a crooked grin. He chewed slowly, eyes locked on the screen.
"He's getting roasted," he muttered, his tone more amused than concerned.
A soft chime broke through. One of the monitors lit up.
[INCOMING CALL: DAD]
Max sighed through his nose. His fingers hovered over the keyboard.
"Right on time."
He glanced back at the fight. Ash had barely twisted away from a fiery hook, coat scorched at the edge. Kael stayed on him, not slowing down.
Max tilted his head, hand already moving.
"This is fun, but yeah... it's over."
He tapped a key. His voice echoed through the training room, calm and clear.