Liam let the orb fade with a single thought. "Makes sense. I had a hunch."
Ariana gave a knowing nod. "You're stuck—but not in a bad way. You've hit your limit. You've outgrown your tier, Liam. It's time for your ascension." She smirked, tilting her head. "Bet you're pretty pleased with yourself."
"You could say that."
"Oh, you're definitely pleased," she muttered, watching him. 'Just a few days ago, he was a standard five-star… now he's standing on the edge of mid-tier. Once he crosses over, we'll be on the same level… for now.'
Liam picked his fork back up, stabbing another bite of food. "Appreciate the help, Ariana," he said, voice casual. "With you around, I don't need to bother tracking down Mystica or some high-ranking instructor. You're reliable."
His eyes never even left his plate, like it was just a passing comment—but to Ariana, it hit like a strike to the heart.
"Uh—yeah. You're welcome," she stammered, cheeks tinting pink.
