Eiden stared at the floating system window hovering in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly as he read through the details. His eyes scanned his status again, pausing at one particular line:
Height: 6 ft (Previously: 5.8 ft)
"Huh..." A quiet but noticeable change yet significant enough to cause trouble.
Standing just a few feet away, Sasha was staring at him with the kind of dumbfounded expression usually reserved for seeing ghosts or long-lost celebrities. Her gaze moved from his face down to his torso, and finally to his feet.
Without a word, she dropped to a crouch and tugged the hem of his pants up. "Sasha… what are you doing?" Eiden asked in a flat tone, but she didn't answer.
She was checking if he was wearing any kind of platform slippers or secretly standing on his toes. But Eiden stood normally barefoot, flat, and grounded. No tricks, no lifts. Sasha slowly rose to her feet again, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.
