Leon leaned back in the fighter's lounge, a small, quiet room filled with plush chairs and monitors on the walls that displayed ongoing fights.
The lounge was meant to be a place for fighters to recover and review their matches.
But after his brutal victory against Frosty, the exhaustion was hitting him hard.
His body ached from the numerous ice-inflicted wounds, especially the one on his side and when it grazed his neck.
And though they weren't life-threatening, the pain was real.
EGO had remained silent after the fight, and he didn't even remove his [EGO Mask] as there could definitely be cameras around him.
"Not bad, huh?" Leon muttered to himself, feeling the familiar crimson aura around him.
[It wasn't a total disaster,] EGO finally spoke, [But it could've been faster, four minutes and fifty-two seconds? You're slipping.]
Leon let out a quick laugh but didn't respond. Instead, and he reached for the console near his seat.
