Rohan had grown.
His body was leaner, harder, and marked by work in ways he could not entirely hide. The soft uncertainty of someone newly thrown into a hostile world had been worn down by patrols, hunts, ash tides, and repeated exposure to Maerin's idea of instruction, which mostly involved putting him near danger and expecting him to learn quickly.
His hands had calluses beneath the faint stains left by Molten Assimilation. His lungs no longer protested every breath of filtered outdoor air. His eyes had learned to read movement through ash haze. His spear felt less like a borrowed lifeline and more like an extension of decisions made before fear could interfere.
His status reflected the change.
One night, alone in his ash-house room after a hunt, Rohan opened it.
[Status]
[Name: Rohan Roy]
[Titles: Rabid Wolf Slayer I, Hestia's Acknowledgement, Veyrhold Trusted Helper, Skarn Hunter I]
[Rank: 34]
[Class: Evolution Gene]
[Attributes: Molten]
