Black Dragon Gate Arc
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(POV: Lumiere)
After swiftly changing into the modern attire that had become the norm in the evolving Silva Citadel, I stood before the mirror, carefully adjusting my long, black hair.
Glass was quite rare to come by, but association with the Feral Dominion made it easy for Thrain, Beorn and Kipper to acquire the resources and skills necessary to craft it.
"These look nice."
The sweatshirt, three quarter pants, and babouche melded together perfectly, a fusion of my past life's memories and the innovation I had brought to this realm.
With a deep breath, I stepped out of my chambers, the weight of responsibility settling on my shoulders.
Waiting for me just outside the door was Serena. Isadora stood beside her, her expression one of quiet anticipation. And there, standing steadfast beside them, was Fasit, her stance dignified.
