After leaving Lyra's office, Max returned straight to his quarters. The moment the door closed behind him, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he stretched his arms.
"It's time for a bath. I haven't bathed in three months," he muttered to himself, heading directly for the bathroom without another thought. Steam soon filled the room, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, the grime and exhaustion of countless battles began to melt away.
A few hours later, Max emerged, sitting comfortably on his bed with a feeling of lightness he hadn't experienced in weeks. The fatigue in his muscles had eased, and the sharp scent of clean skin replaced the lingering scent of blood and dust.
