Back in the living room, the unconscious trio stirred, and Grace's nose wrinkled as her eyes snapped open at the smell filling her nostrils.
She was startled to see herself covered in black liquid, the source of the nauseating smell.
A grimace crossed her face as she stood up. She paused, noticing her movements were quicker than before.
After her last battle with an SSSS-ranked beast, she had a persistent joint injury, despite her efforts to treat it.
She ignored the smell, her mind entirely focused on how light her body felt.
Grace swung her bat with a swift, forceful motion, slicing through the air and unleashing a sharp, brisk breeze with each mighty swing.
Leo and Aiden awoke to the scene; Aiden's face instantly scrunched up, and without a word, he dashed through the wall, heading to his room for a long bath—unwilling to waste a moment covered in filth.
"It's been a while; I've never seen you in such great shape," Leo said, pinching his nose between two fingers.
