"Pffft…"
Cedric pressed his lips together, shoulders trembling as he tried to hold back his laughter. The sight before him was just too much.
Kyle was running. Not just running, but dragging his feet around the massive training hall like his very soul was being wrung out of him. Seris had told him to take a hundred laps as punishment for being late, a hundred laps.
And as if that wasn't cruel enough, Cedric could feel it, the air itself pressing down on Kyle; his own space affinity wasn't anywhere near Seris's level, but even he could sense the immense weight of space closing in around Kyle like invisible shackles.
Every step his friend took was heavier than the last.
Cedric nearly lost it when he remembered Kyle's face earlier, that pitiful expression he wore when Seris had declared the punishment.
'It was priceless… hah, I can still see it.'
"Anything funny, Mister Valtieri?"
The authoritative voice cut in.
