"Whoa," Pyris breathed, watching in awe as the mask dissolved into pure energy and flowed into him.
A cool sensation washed over his entire body as the mask fused with him. His face shifted, his features morphing into someone entirely different. He gazed into the mirror, eyes widening in amazement. His hair turned a vivid pink, and his eyes, a deep shade of the same color, reflected the newfound power coursing through him.
He no longer felt tied solely to his Dragon race; instead, he felt as though he stood at a crossroads between all races, connected to each of them in some inexplicable way.
"This... this is incredible," he muttered, taking in his new appearance. "Although this face has one charm stat lower than mine, it's still pretty handsome. Almost as good as me."
He smirked at his reflection, admiring the seasoned warrior aura his new identity exuded—young yet battle-worn, with a gaze that hinted at untold experience.
