Within the carriage, Asher sat with a calm ease, his posture relaxed yet exuding a subtle, almost intoxicating allure. There was something quietly magnetic about him, an aura that seemed to draw the eyes without effort.
After fusing with the Star Core Fragment, his already lethal handsomeness and innate charm had not only been preserved but enhanced to a level that bordered on unfair.
Asher did not complain, why would he? Who in their right mind would take issue with becoming more handsome, more beautiful, more captivating to the eyes of others?
His gaze shifted to the open carriage window. Beyond it, the world streamed by in a blur of movement and color, but to his perception, it was almost as if time itself had slowed to a crawl.
Each detail was distinct, sharp, he could count the leaves fluttering on a distant tree if he wished. To him, this journey might as well have been stillness painted over by illusion.
