The night was as dark as ink.
Samuel Chalmers stood in front of the bathroom mirror.
The man in the mirror had slightly damp hair, with droplets of water trickling down, landing precisely on his pale yet firm chest.
His muscles were shaped in smooth lines, solid yet not exaggerated, with no excess fat on his body except for the towel wrapped around his waist, concealing most of his long legs.
He looked at himself in the mirror, his chiseled features revealing little emotion.
After a moment, he slowly turned around.
As he turned his head, one could vaguely see, through the steam, the dragon-shaped golden birthmark that almost covered his entire back.
The young lady from the Jennings Family had mentioned he had Golden Light on him.
He thought, perhaps this so-called Golden Light might be related to the birthmark on his body.