"Then how could he has gained massive body of 35 feet tall when he only has such weak level of strength." Vacuros said, his voice threaded with suspicion, as if unseen truths were being carefully hidden from them. A bead of sweat slowly traced its way down Deji's right cheek, his thoughts tangled, unsure where to begin.
Nyxander sensed the tightening air around them, the silence growing heavy. "Is there some sort of experience he keeps honing through intense training." Nyxander said, his tone calm, deliberately opening a path for Deji to speak. Deji's eyes brightened at once, Nyxander's words clearing the fog in his mind. "Sure, after expressing his first awakening fist strike, he kept imitating the move, refining it again and again." Deji continued, his voice finding rhythm.
