It had been three hours since Arthur had tried to teleport from the sky, and he had discovered something.
Something was wrong with his powers.
It wasn't in the sense of a villain entering your body and controlling you like a parasite.
No. It was the kind where you have jam and bread in your hands but don't know how to spread the jam over the bread properly.
To begin with, he didn't even have enough colour to properly use a Supreme's abilities.
On top of that, he didn't know how to control his ability.
"Maybe it's because I entered Supreme so early," Art whispered, rising from the bed he shared with Eric.
He hadn't told his friends anything about what had happened. He didn't need to.
What he needed was enough strength, because he wasn't going to let the world reset again. He was going to protect them all.
'And to do that I have to understand all this.'
Even before the reset, he had never fully understood colour. That meant he had to pay special attention to it from now on.
