"Fuck, I am exhausted..."
Broandon groaned leaning his head on Naevora's shoulder as she is now carrying him again in her back.
She looked ahead 'Mhm, he killed two more S rank aberrants, He is getting stronger quickly...'
'Right now his body is still a step behind, he is quickly exhausted and using his skills are straining his body, because his body is not tempered enough.'
'Using A rank ether and skill while his body being B rank tempered... Slowly he will get used to it.'
'Also the disc, he is close to mastering it... He is not on the level of Yve's control, but he is getting there.'
Meanwhile, behind her, Brandon shifted slightly, brushing his chin against her shoulder as his eyes traced the curve of her jawline.
She was lost in her thoughts, and he found himself just… admiring her.
Her long hair swayed with each step and even with her usual stoic expression, he thought she was beautiful.
A smile crept across his tired face.
