The hours blurred together.
What had started as a simple introduction to the game had turned into something completely different.
Irina sat there, gripping her controller, her amber eyes locked on the screen. Her expression was somewhere between awe, suspicion, and mild existential crisis.
Because this?
This didn't make any sense.
Four hours.
Four straight hours of matches.
And somehow—somehow—Astron was getting better at an unnatural rate.
At first, it had been fine. Expected, even. The game was new to him, but with her as his duo partner, they had an inherent advantage. Early on, their opponents were mostly other beginners, and since Irina had been playing for a while, she could easily carry their matches.
That was normal. That was expected.
But this?
