Her tone was playful, but Elise frowned slightly, though she quickly smoothed it away and turned to Jae. "Are you tired?" she asked softly, concern threading her voice.
"I'm fine," Jae said, rolling his shoulders. And outwardly, he was. No torn clothes, no blood, no labored breath. But inside, he felt the faint unease. The flames had come too easily. His body had moved too fluidly. Training explained some of it, but not all. The system's influence ran deeper, weaving strength into him faster than he'd realized. It unsettled him, how natural it all felt.
Byun clapped a hand on his shoulder, dragging him out of the thought. "Don't get used to being perfect," he said with a grin. "Next time, I'll show you up."
Jae smirked faintly, his voice low. "We'll see.
