The blue-haired boy stood frozen behind Ray, face illuminated by the lingering flames, eyes wide and unblinking.
He stared at the blackened field where the tentacled-millipede had been moments ago… then slowly turned to Ray with silent awe. "Wh-What was that? And how did you—?"
Ray flipped his hair back with exaggerated flair, looking far too pleased with himself. "Name's Ray Warner. You may continue basking in my greatness. As for how I did that? You see, the air here is supercharged with oxygen. This phenomenon makes my explosions way more dramatic. Great for content."
The boy blinked. He looked like he was about to say something — maybe properly introduce himself.
But Ray raised a hand to cut him short.
"No need to tell me your name," he said smoothly, winking at the camera. "I'm gonna forget it anyway. Just call me Boss. And I'll call you my Lackey."
The blue-haired young man scowled and opened his mouth in response, clearly ready to protest—
