The three rented a private training facility—accessible only to VIP patrons of the Sunflower—for an entire day.
It wasn't for leisure.
It was to ensure no one else could enter.
Zane and Shelby stood across from each other in a tense standoff, while Erlin stood between them like a referee.
"I'm ready. Use your Spark Law and attack me," Zane demanded.
Shelby sneered. In the next instant, a violent, crackling ball of spark energy formed at the tip of his forefinger.
"I'm coming," he warned—though he had already closed the distance, launching a power punch straight at Zane.
Just like before, Zane's body felt immobilized under the Spark Law's influence.
But unlike last time, when he had experienced this against the masked lady, Zane remained calm.
He shut his eyes.
At his whim, the Solar Thread appeared at the tip of his finger.
Thinner than a strand of hair, yet dazzling with a brilliant yellowish light, the Solar Thread radiated defiance.
