Rakshasa remained seated a few meters away, her legs crossed on the ground still marked by previous tests, trying to maintain a posture that, in any other context, would seem perfectly composed. But it wasn't. Her body was tense in a different way, not from threat, not from combat, but from something she clearly wasn't used to dealing with. Her face, normally controlled and cold, now carried a noticeable reddish hue, especially on her cheekbones, while her eyes remained fixed on Victor as if ignoring it were simply impossible.
Victor didn't seem to notice anything at all.
