Chapter 88: Leaving the City

"It's a surprise that you advanced a level before coming to see me," Electa said as she finished dressing, about an hour and a half after Liam had arrived in her room.

Now her room, usually organized and clean, appeared disheveled. The crumpled bed sheets bore evidence of sweat and other bodily fluids, necessitating a thorough washing later.

The scattered clothes, strewn haphazardly in the corners, remained untouched since their earlier encounter. Liam, who had previously retrieved his casual attire and stored them in his spatial ring, now stood before her dressed in combat gear.

The metallic plates encased his chest, abdomen, and back, emitting a faint clinking sound with his every movement. However, his arms and legs remained exposed, covered solely by specialized fabrics that allowed for agile maneuverability in combat.