"First off, you're aware of how much you've grown in here, right?" Aesmirius began, voice smooth and unbothered, as though he were discussing something as trivial as the weather. "Your mystic level, your control, the overall growth—you've felt it."
"Yeah, I'm aware," Liam replied evenly. "What about it?"
"You won't have any of it once you return to reality," Aesmirius said bluntly, without even a pause to soften the blow.
Liam froze. For a heartbeat, he didn't blink, didn't breathe. Then his voice dropped, calm but edged with something sharp. "What the hell do you mean by that?"
