Chapter 732: Left In Awe (2)
Seraphina Vale, seated beside Kaine, did not look the least bit concerned by his irritation. If anything, she looked delighted. Her green eyes remained fixed on the screen with shameless pleasure, her lips curved into a slow smile that belonged nowhere near a professional evaluation hall.
She had watched the entire fight without blinking more than necessary, and unlike most of the instructors who were still stunned by the danger, the output, or the implications, Seraphina looked like someone who had just watched her favorite art piece reveal a hidden layer.
"Did anyone else catch how he moved near the end?" she asked, her voice smooth and almost lazily amused.
That drew attention again.
Magnus Yaer, who had somehow turned his seat into something resembling a private lounge, leaned back with one elbow draped over the chair and one leg stretched out like he had forgotten he was supposed to look like an authority figure. Despite his relaxed posture, his eyes were sharper than usual as he looked at Liam’s screen.
"Oh, I caught it," Magnus said, sounding far too pleased. "Hard not to, honestly. The kid was barely holding himself together, yet he moved better then than he did when he was less injured."
Lucia turned slightly toward him. "You mean his reaction speed?"
"Not just reaction speed," Magnus replied, lifting a finger as though correcting a student. "Reaction speed is one thing. What he did was different. His movement became more fluid. His choices became cleaner. There was no hesitation between seeing, deciding, and acting. It was like everything connected at once."
He shifted in his chair and smirked faintly. "Honestly, for a second there, I thought I was watching myself."
Mystica gave him a sidelong glance. "That is quite the generous comparison. For you."
Magnus placed a hand over his chest with exaggerated offense. "Moony, please. I am wounded. I offer sincere analysis, and you stab me with cruelty."
"You will live."