Alex didn't even know what to say about the slap.
His cheek still stung hard. And the more he thought about it, the more absurd it seemed.
The force of that slap had been nothing short of devastating—it was a blow powerful enough to shatter the skull of a Master-ranked warrior, had they not fortified themselves with mana.
Even a Grandmaster, known for their unparalleled resilience, would have felt an overwhelming disorientation. If he hadn't instinctively reinforced his body with a protective barrier, his head might have exploded like a ripe fruit upon colliding with the unforgiving hotel wall.
Yet, despite the shocking intensity of her strike, he found it difficult to harbor any resentment. After all, he recognized that he had been behaving foolishly, provoking her reactions.
What troubled him most, however, was the unsettling realization that he was lost in a haze he couldn't quite navigate. He had no clear understanding of the turmoil simmering within.
