More mature. No longer the simple, charming playboy who once flirted without restraint. That magnetic side was still there, but the way he spoke, the sheer complexity of his dark plans—it was entirely beyond her.
She did not fully grasp the technical details or know much about the geopolitics he was so effortlessly commanding.
The only thing she understood was that he was planning something massive.
For her, things had always been simple. Fight for justice. Protect her orphanage and those she loved. Keep the world safe from villains.
She knew her limits—until the situation forced her to forget them.
Ytrisia's gaze didn't waver. Her voice, low, husky, and edged with a delightful irritation, sliced through the hum of the engine.
"You're so confusing, Cruxius."
