Ethan's POV
The next day I dressed in the finest dark clothing Master had chosen for me. She, as always, wore her signature black armour adorned with sinister looking spikes on the shoulders, elbows, and knee joints. In its chest area a dark dragon head with vertical golden eyes were adorned. Her long dark hair flew freely in the tempestuous winds.
It wasn't the heavy medieval plate armour of my previous life but a magical, flexible material that perfectly conformed to her body, accentuating her ample curves and hourglass figure. She looked both valiant and intimidating like a true warrior of darkness.
Standing side by side at the precipice of the highest point of Ebonspire Peak, overlooking the endless expanse of the Stormveil Shroud and the vast foreboding dark forest below I felt a wave of realization wash over me—I was no longer bound by the life I had left behind. This new world and its challenges awaited me.
