Crysty stood there, sizing the two of them up from head to toe. Her sharp eyes flickered between Eiden and Lyra, examining them as if she were a judge at a high-stakes audition. Under her gaze, both Lyra and Eiden stood frozen stiff and awkward like contestants waiting for a verdict.
Lyra looked as if she were shrinking with every passing second. Her shoulders tensed, her posture curled slightly inward, and her face gradually flushed with red. Crysty's stare was relentless, like a scanner dissecting every detail.
Eiden, on the other hand, appeared calm and composed. His expression was neutral, almost too relaxed. It was the effect of his [Face Master] skill outside, he seemed unbothered, but inside, a mild panic bubbled under the surface.
Crysty raised an eyebrow, intrigued. She had expected Eiden to be flustered, maybe even visibly nervous. But this composure was unexpected. He seemed way too casual. He's too calm... Is he used to this? she wondered.
