Three weeks later, as the sun cast its warm glow upon the Academy grounds, Asher stood before a grand mirror in his private quarters. The reflection in the mirror revealed Asher's transformation. He wore the official Academy uniform, meticulously tailored to his form. The midnight blue fabric shimmered with a subtle sheen, complemented by silver accents that traced along the collar and cuffs. The uniform exuded a sense of timeless elegance, blending classical aesthetics with a touch of futuristic sophistication.
Asher's white hair, now styled back with meticulous precision, contrasted strikingly against the darkness of his uniform. Each strand seemed to possess a faint ethereal glow as if imbued with a unique power. His piercing brown eyes, sharp and focused, mirrored the calm determination that resided within him.
Shadow, observed from beside him. "We look quite handsome, don't we?" Shadow remarked with a playful grin. "Are you excited for today?"
