Ethan was curious about his new limits.
And the first place he headed to was the squat rack.
Out of everything in this absurd, futuristic facility, it was the simplest thing there. You can't go wrong with a bar, plates, and gravity. Compound lifts would also tell him exactly where he stood now.
He stepped toward the rack, eyes briefly flicking to the one beside it, where the grey-skinned man he had noticed earlier was still lifting.
The guy was a monster.
Stone-like skin stretched over a frame that looked carved rather than built. Veins bulged subtly beneath that unnatural surface as he dipped into another squat.
The bar on his shoulders was loaded with what had to be over a thousand pounds. The metal groaned, and the ground beneath him creaked faintly, and yet he rose smoothly, almost effortlessly.
Ethan watched for half a second, then looked away.
'Let's not compare just yet.'
He stepped toward his own rack, hands reaching for the bar when...
"Oi."
