"Ahhh, finally, the day has come!!" Vivian said, stretching, with joy and excitement.
"Is it okay to go like this, young master?" Maria asked, looking at her young master, who stood in front of her, straight and strong.
His clothes hadn't changed much, still pants made of a silky black fabric with a golden dragon design, his feet barefoot, coming into direct contact with the ground.
A black cape that went down to near his heels, but this time what marked them was not a tiger roaring at the sky, but a large sun marked in red that looked like a red dot in the middle of the dark chaos.
His white skin made his few black clothes stand out even more, and his well-defined chest and his eight-pack abs, against the natural cold of the environment, gave him a barbaric air, and his unruly hair, a rustic one.
"Of course, this is my unique style." He said, stretching even more and leaving his body straight, still tightening his refined muscles.