Ethan headed straight for the shower; the cold water was brutal but refreshing. He exhaled slowly as it ran down his body, washing away the lingering weight of the Tower.
'Two weeks of constant training, hunting, and evolving, not to mention to month grind before that gate.'
In the past fortnight, his body had changed again.
He could feel it.
And now, standing under the stream of water, he could see it too.
His muscles were more defined, his shoulders significantly broader, and sharper lines throughout his whole body. He looked like a social media model, but with actual practical strength.
"Damn."
He ran a hand through his wet hair.
"I'm still putting on some size."
Between the absurd amount of food he'd been eating and the constant training, it made sense.
Though two things baffled him.
"Honestly, how am I not fat?"
He frowned slightly, then shrugged.
"Probably Titled metabolism."
Then again, he had seen some out-of-shape Titled at the Association.
