They watched in confusion as the gray mist surged into the room, filling the entire room until nothing could be seen. Just before they could say anything that gray mist began gathering behind the wooden chair where instructor Han was seated and slowly, Lucien's body began taking shape. They watched as the gray mist slowly transformed into a 6ft tall youth with long silver hair and his face hidden in a blue Chinese dragon mask. He wore a silver sleeveless mage robe, revealing the serpent tattoo on his right hand and a terrifying silver light visible within the openings in the blue mask. His body kept releasing small quantities of gray mist, giving him an intimidating figure that looks more gaseous than solid.
"You did well old man… You can leave the rest to me now" Lucien said calmly as he placed on hand on Instructor Han's bloodied shoulder.
