"You look… hurt." Tian's voice came out slow, unhurried, nothing like the usual boisterous personality he always had.
"I am." Valen answered curtly, sitting cross legged as he regulated his breathing.
"So tell me, how much did you truly use?" He asked.
Valen remained silent for a moment, mulling the question over,
"50% of my base."
...
…
"What?" Tian asked, voice cracking in disbelief..
"I used 50% of my base."
"That's… impossible."
...
…
"You're not playing with me are you?" The old dragon asked, still not believing his ears.
"When have you ever known me to joke, Tian?"
"Fuck! How??"
"Heh! You think that's what's surprising? That's not even the best part." Valen scoffed at his friend's disbelief.
"What… what do you mean?"
"Look." He raised his right arm.
"What am I looking at here?" Tian asked, confused.
"Look closely, not with your eyes, use your senses." Valen directed.
Once Tian had done as instructed, his jaw dropped, "what? How is that even possible?"
