Lassim's eyes fixated on Lustria Alisone the moment he entered the hall, unable to focus on anything else as her figure, now far more mature and different from the girl he had known at the Myriad Spirit Academy, drew his attention.
She had transformed, and it wasn't just in cultivation.
Her pitch-black attire from the Shadow Sect clung to her, an intricate weave of shadow and leather that seemed alive with an ethereal, dark energy.
It moved subtly, like the shadows around her breathed with her presence. The fabric was adorned with intricate, swirling silver patterns, each design resembling the fluid, dancing form of shadows caught in moonlight.
