"Your current appearance looks a bit scary, enough to frighten children."
"That fierce face of yours, covered with a thick beard, and your teeth are all showing beneath it!"
"Your skin is too dark! You need to be lighter! Have you ever seen Santa Claus?"
...
Dionysus was on the verge of a breakdown.
The commander of the grand Celestial Legion of Olympus actually succumbed to William's tyranny, continually changing his own appearance.
No, no, no!
It was like undergoing plastic surgery.
In Dionysus's view, a true strong man was supposed to look fierce and intimidating.
Who knew William had such peculiar tastes, insisting on a project and demanding a change in appearance.
Was his original form not majestic enough?
The already injured gods of the Celestial Legion of Olympus stood in the distance, watching their commander change his appearance in strange ways, yet they dared not make a move.
