Grant sat on the ground, drenched in sweat, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.Logan dropped beside him, his glaive resting lazily on his shoulder. Aside from a few deep exhales, he looked almost untouched. His skin was dry, his breathing steady.
"Seriously... how the hell is your stamina so good?" Grant asked, wiping his forehead. "You're not even sweating."
Logan just smirked. "I've trained a lot," he said, silently thanking his affinity for evaporating his sweat.
In truth, he was just as tired as Grant, maybe even more, but his body couldn't show it unless he literally collapsed.
Grant shook his head, still panting. "I've been hauling mana steel with my old man since I could walk. I work day and night, and you're telling me you've got more stamina than me?"
Logan shrugged, not wanting to say more.
Even so, he knew Grant's raw physical strength was a lot better than his.
