Quinn's brows knitted as he observed the duel unfold from his elevated position in the viewing area. His keen eyes, honed over decades of battle and governance, dissected every movement with the analytical precision of a master strategist studying a potential threat—or ally.
Arthur had already transcended the boundaries of Integration-rank in raw capability, that much was immediately apparent. His Gifts and artifacts elevated his combat effectiveness to rival those of an Ascendant-ranker, though Quinn had expected that based on the boy's reputation. What he hadn't anticipated was the sheer sophistication of Arthur's approach to combat.
The bone armor that had materialized around Arthur's frame was particularly intriguing. Quinn recognized it immediately. The crimson bones pulsed with malevolent energy, yet Arthur wielded them with the casual confidence of someone who had long since made peace with darkness.
