"You always were bad at knocking," a soft voice said from the shadows.
Alvian dropped the steel door. It hit the concrete floor with a deafening crash.
Valeria stepped into the moonlight filtering through the broken skylights. She looked entirely different, yet exactly the same. Her frame had restructured to accommodate the [Titan Bloodline]. She was taller, her musculature defined and powerful, her golden hair loose around her shoulders. But her eyes were drawn and exhausted.
Alvian took a step toward her, his boots cracking the concrete. "I miscalculated the mass-to-force ratio of this reality. My output is... uncalibrated."
Valeria closed the distance between them. She didn't look at the destroyed door or the cracked floor. She looked at his trembling hands. She reached out, her warm, calloused fingers wrapping gently around his pale, impossibly dense fists.
