Riley's fists clenched tighter at his sides as his sharp gaze swept across the chaotic scene once more.
The others who had been spat out looked pitiful, some sprawled in bloodied heaps, others struggling even to breathe.
The thought came unbidden to him—if not for his current state, if not for the sheer boost his attributes had undergone, he too would have been crushed, battered, or worse.
'If not for my high attributes, I would have sustained serious injuries from that crash…' he thought, his brow knitting into a deep scowl.
The tumble he had endured would have shattered bones, ruptured organs, maybe even left him sprawled lifeless like the others.
His body would've been no different from those still groaning in agony on the stone streets.
But it hadn't.
His chest rose and fell with measured steadiness, his limbs responding without weakness or pain.
