As Emir closed the door behind him and entered the bathroom, Lyra crossed her arms and leaned back against the bed's headboard.
"I just hope we're ready for what's coming. If... if this was Iron, I can't imagine what the next rank's going to feel like."
Meanwhile, the man behind her worry was relaxed, seemingly carefree as he stood under the shower, washing off the blood painting his skin.
His well-shaped muscles flexed and relaxed as he repeatedly rubbed every part of his body, covering himself in foamy soap.
Yet even through that, one could see an obvious change in his physique.
Emir undoubtedly was a muscle-bound man, not to the level of drug-abusing bodybuilders, but a few levels under.
It was a body that was both extremely muscular and agile, a perfect mix of both.
But now, his muscles had compressed even further than they already were, giving his body a slightly tighter frame.
