"...That's it, right?"
Ethan landed softly. No more vibrations came from the floor. He squinted, scanning the surroundings. The ground was pockmarked with fresh craters, a stark testament to his impromptu demolition.
"Leo... I take it back. You're not EOD. He is," Williams breathed out, utterly stunned by the display. His voice held a note of raw, unvarnished respect.
The others offered faint, solemn nods in agreement.
"Don't rub it in!" Leo flushed, genuinely embarrassed this time. He wasn't EOD. He was the guy who tripped the mines, brute-forcing a path through sheer healing spam. Watching Ethan—the fluid, almost dismissive grace, the effortless precision—was a different league entirely. He noticed Lyla's eyes were practically sparkling with that impressed gleam. He was suddenly, fiercely grateful Celeste wasn't in the party to witness his comparison.
