Chris stared at the bubbling red liquid inside the glass vial.
After surviving a baseball swing from a literal giant, he didn't even hesitate.
The taste was like burning paper, but the effects hit his system right away.
His muscles tightened, expanding against the heavy constraints of his dented armor.
His vision sharpened, pushing the edges of the massive training hall out of focus until only Kyle remained in his sights.
The heavy, sluggish feeling of wearing a full plate vanished, replaced by an overwhelming surge of hyper-focused energy.
Kyle watched the transformation from across the room.
The giant A-Rank hunter dropped his casual, annoyed attitude.
Seeing this random rookie withstand his best attack had triggered something dark in the veteran fighter.
A brutal, terrifying smile spread across his face.
He was no longer treating this as a minor annoyance but as a real target in front of him.
