"The physical scaling is disproportionate for evasion classes," Alvian analyzed, his voice low. He didn't offer empty platitudes. He offered facts. "Your stats prioritize speed and critical damage. Without the System's base-level damage mitigation, the kinetic impact of standard terrestrial firearms exceeds your current durability threshold."
"So I'm a liability," Seraphina spat, pushing herself up to lean against the peeling wallpaper. "Great. The apocalypse is happening, and I'm made of wet paper."
"You are an asset," Alvian corrected firmly. He crouched in front of her, his violet eyes locking onto hers. "Durability is only relevant if you get hit. We just need to ensure you never get hit."
"My stealth relies on ambient mana shadows," she argued, frustration lacing her tone. "Earth's mana grid is chaotic. It's bleeding. My camouflage will glitch every time a drop of that red rain hits me."
"Then we rewrite the camouflage," Alvian said.
