Skyler burst into laughter—loud and full of amusement. His eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief as he stared down at the man in front of him, who flinched at the sight of the imposing figure stepping toward him.
He wasn't only taller but also noticeably more muscular than Charles remembered. Even his ash-brown hair had grown slightly longer, now brushing the nape of his neck.
"Who am I?"
Skyler drawled the words.
"Why don't you take a guess?"
Charles's eyes widened even more.
"Impossible...! How could you have grown so much taller in just, like, two weeks? We saw each other barely a fortnight ago!"
Skyler hissed at the loud voice.
"Stop shouting so loudly, will you? I can hear you just fine without all that noise."
He folded his arms, his expression sharp.
"And why can't I grow taller? My growth hormones just kicked in the Battle Royal. Anything's possible in that otherworldly place full of unknowns—you know that."
He took a step closer.
