Rhys’s P.O.V

"That went well," Zyane sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Yes it did," I agreed, amused.

But that amusement was soon wiped off my face as soon as I looked back at the spot Mikalya had occupied not long ago. "Holy Shit!"

In her place hung a punching block made of metal alloy, but the only difference was that the long solid block in the shape of a cylinder was now crushed beyond recognition and there were slight red stains on them indicating that she had done it by bare hands.

"Maybe ...