'I want to test them all.' He clenched his fist, excited to check his new power in a better environment.
But he knew staying low and finding a safer spot to recover his energy was the priority.
He started looking for a mirror, or anything that would let him see his reflection for his next plan.
'There.'
It was propped against the far wall of the storage room, half-buried behind a stack of oil drums that had long since rusted shut.
The glass was filthy, and one corner had chipped away entirely — but it still showed enough.
Francis pulled it upright and stood in front of it.
Lex Ryzen looked back at him.
Defined jaw and thick brow. The kind of face women noticed without meaning to.
The body matched it—lean but solid, shaped more like it was carved than naturally grown. Everything looked built for control, not size.
Shoulders were balanced, made for movement instead of showing off. The arms looked tight, with strength packed neatly inside.
