Dark energy swirled around Broken, wrapping him in a shadowy aura as he raised both hands to inspect his changing body. His skin, once fair, grew noticeably paler, taking on an ashen tone.
And then, he felt something.
A small pressure on the right side of his forehead.
He reached up, running his fingers over what had appeared there — a horn.
Just one horn?
Broken tilted his head, running his hand over it again, half-expecting a second horn to balance it out. But no. He had only one — a sleek, dark horn protruding from the right side of his forehead.
Interesting.
Pulling his black cloak over his shoulders, he summoned the system interface to check his full appearance. The reflection showed more changes than he had expected. His black hair, once cut to a manageable length, now cascaded down his back in long, dark waves. The single horn gave him a distinct, almost regal demonic look.
