Aiden's right foot slid back across the packed earth, as though the system itself were gripping his body and forcing him into readiness.
It wasn't just a stance—it was a command whispered into his very bones, an invisible thread tightening from crown to heel. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, the dryness of anticipation catching like sand.
Across from him, Flora's entire presence shifted. The playful warmth that so often lingered around her—like the sparkle of sunlit water—dimmed and condensed into something sharper.
The sword in her hand was no longer a toy of sparring, but a shard of will honed to strike. Her eyes narrowed, the softness burning away into steel.
The air thickened between them, as though the courtyard itself were aware of her change.
Aiden flicked his gaze toward the hovering interface only he could see.
[Flora D. Leonidus
Status: Full Possession
Personality: Focused / Angry / Deep in Love]
