"Of course, it would work," Drayken said, sighing inwardly.
This once untouchable and powerful woman, someone he had once believed to be far beyond his reach, now felt like a child compared to him.
He was smarter, stronger, and simply superior.
In status or strength, she could no longer compare.
He used to find her as a terrifying woman, but now that he had become strong himself, that feeling had faded. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he shook his head urgently.
'What am I thinking? Drayken, you have a wife at home.'
His heart steadied, firm and unshakable. How could he even entertain thoughts of another when he had Synthia?
"Alright. I'll trust you," Eleanor finally spoke.
"Oh, you trust me now?" Drayken said, as if he'd just heard the sun was rising from the west.
"..." Eleanor didn't respond. She simply followed his lead without a word.
Behind them, the Telekinetic Grandmaster was gaining ground, the distance between them rapidly closing.
