Adam stepped into the manor a few minutes before Remedy returned.
He didn't head to the mission hall, the proof of his run with the granulites could wait. What mattered now was the corpse in his storage ring.
The door shut behind him with a soft click and the fist thing he saw was Felecia still on the couch.
She hadn't moved since this morning.
Her ember eyes lifted lazily then they sharpened the moment they landed on him and the haze vanished from her gaze, as her eyes narrowed.
Are my senses wrong…? Why does it feel like a completely different person walked in?
Compared to yesterday's Adam, no, compared to this morning's Adam.
The difference was absurd.
His posture was straighter. His breathing deeper. Essence flowed around him with terrifying obedience, compressed and refined instead of leaking like before. It clung to his skin in controlled currents.
Felecia's pupils dilated slightly.
Her gaze dragged over him slowly.
Then…
A crazed smile spread across her face.
