Now, the way his body was feeling was definitely not painful, but enough to remind him that he was still human, still limited by flesh and bone despite all the enhancements the System had given him.
When he finally stepped out, he dried off quickly, pulled on a fresh set of clothes: practical stuff, comfortable, nothing fancy, and ran a hand through his damp hair to push it back out of his face.
He looked at himself in the mirror for a moment, taking stock. He looked... fine. Handsome, actually. Sharp jawline, clear eyes, the kind of symmetrical features that turned heads without him trying. If Gavin, was a 6/10 in handsomeness, then Tatehan was easily a 9.99/10. Hell, maybe even a perfect 10 on a good day. The thought made him smirk faintly at his own reflection. Not that it mattered much in the grand scheme of things, but it was nice to know he still cleaned up well, even after everything he had been through.
