Xyra moved.
There was no transition. No blur of motion. No warning that Leon could detect. One moment she was seated on the sofa, composed and still. The next, she was in front of him, less than a foot away, bending slightly at the waist.
His spatial awareness, his mana sense, his every passive detection ability—they all failed to register her movement. It was as if she had simply ceased to exist in one position and materialized in another, skipping over every intermediate point.
She was bending down, her face inches away from his limp cock, her silver eyes studying it with an expression of genuine confusion.
"Why is it like that?" she asked, her voice carrying the same matter-of-matter tone she used for discussing world fragment physics. "It used to be so much bigger when I saw it before."
What?
The word echoed in Leon's mind.
What before?
