Over an hour later.
Inside a certain hotel room.
Waves of heat shimmered through the air, dense and humming. The power pulsing inside the bodies of three beings made the atmosphere feel alive- taut, charged, suffocating in its intensity.
"Hoo…"
Anastasia had peeled off more layers of clothing, her body radiating so much heat that anything extra felt unbearable. Her baggy suit pants were gone, replaced by snug briefs. Her top half was reduced to a white undershirt, clinging to her sweat-slicked skin as she moved.
She was doing push-ups.
"1,123, 1,124... 1,200!"
She counted out loud, her tone steady and focused, her movements fluid like her body didn't know exhaustion anymore. When she finished, she sprang upward, nearly grazing the ceiling before landing effortlessly. She moved like a weapon that had been sharpened too well.
