Liam stepped out of his Blue Valley penthouse bathroom, steam still clinging to the mirror behind him as he toweled off the last traces of water from his skin.
The hot shower had felt incredible after the battle, washing away not just the blood and grime but some of the residual tension that had coiled in his muscles during the confrontation with the Pavilion Master.
He moved to his closet, pulling out one of his Armani clothes. Ss he slipped into the dress shirt, he half-expected it to not fit because of the changes brought by the transformation. But the fabric settled perfectly against his frame, the tailored cut fitting as if it had been made yesterday rather than months ago.
Strange, he thought.
Either I haven't changed as much physically as I thought, or my body adapted to maintain my original proportions despite the internal transformation.
