Sylar's eyes widened as he finally understood what had happened. Only when the shockwave crashed into the far-distant wall of the fortress—cracking stone and sending debris scattering—did the reality of his strike reach him.
A deafening silence fell across the stronghold.
Every recruit stared at the young man in the center of the arena with a mixture of awe, fear, and utter confusion. None of them understood what they had just witnessed.
Truthfully, Sylar didn't either. The force behind that last blow felt… wrong. Not wrong in intention, but wrong in scale—something far beyond the limits of his Grade +3 body.
It didn't take long for his mind to latch onto the concept Captain Benjamin had taught him only days before, back on the starship.
"Logos." A solemn light flickered in Sylar's eyes as he whispered the word.
