Jasmine smiled at Arthur's compliments.
"It felt..." She searched for words to describe the experience. "Natural. Like I was always meant to move in three dimensions."
The battlefield around them bore witness to her evolution.
Shattered branches, compressed earth, and the withered remains of a superior-rank boss that had underestimated human adaptability.
"Exceptional adaptation, Master. Your father would be proud."
....
Arthur turned toward Jasmine, studying her face as power continued to radiate from her body.
The battle had transformed her, not just in ability, but in confidence. She carried herself differently now.
She went through one hell of a progression.
"Where do you want to go now?" he asked.
"Do you want to go to your family?"
"My family?" she muttered, confusion flickering across her features.
She's been an exile so long she's forgotten she has living relatives.
