Izan's breath hitched at the message as he sat up straighter, pulling in a deep lungful of air as his body felt suddenly heavier, as if the room itself understood the gravity of what could've been.
He let out a long exhale, shaking his head with a half-smile that wasn't quite amused.
"You really could've killed me."
The holographic panel hung in the darkness of the room, its pale blue light washing over his face as he mumbled to himself.
He leaned back into the coffee-bean couch, his mind running across the translucent bars of his physical stats.
Body Strength: 90
Stamina: 90
Strength: 90
Shot Power: 90
All sitting neatly at ninety, like a ceiling waiting to be broken.
Izan exhaled, long and heavy.
His chest rose and fell slowly as if even his lungs knew what was about to happen.
"Alright," he muttered under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Take thirty. Ten each. Push them all to a hundred."
