Bishop Jon felt as if he had been reborn.
The sensation was so wonderful that he nearly became enraptured, unable to extricate himself.
It wasn't until his legs went numb and he couldn't help but take a step back that Bishop Jon snapped out of it.
He hastily knelt on the ground to confess, filled with regret for the human frailties he had just exposed.
After a while, Bishop Jon caught his breath and had mentally prepared himself to accept his transformation.
At least he seemed to have returned to normal, and he opened the wardrobe to find a pure white mask which he donned to cover his handsome uncle face.
Bishop Jon did not want anyone beyond his confidants to know about the change in his appearance.
He looked in the mirror again.
The reflection of Bishop Jon still carried an indefinable, mysterious charm.
But this could be attributed to his mask.