Within five minutes, Liam had finished his bath. Stepping out of the bathroom, he ran a towel through his damp hair before slipping into fresh clothes—a black, long-sleeved shirt and dark trousers. Simple, but presentable. As he fastened his belt, his gaze drifted to the demon stone resting on his table. Without a second thought, he picked it up and stored it in his Void Storage.
Turning toward the portal, which still shimmered faintly where Mystica had left it, Liam took a steady breath before stepping through. The familiar sensation of displacement washed over him, and in the blink of an eye, he was back in Mystica's chamber.
Magnus was still sprawled across the couch, though this time he was sitting up, lazily twirling darts between his fingers.
"Finally," Magnus drawled, stretching his arms. He gave Liam a once-over. "Huh. You actually clean up well. Almost thought you'd show up looking like a feral beast again."
