The figure that descended through the blood sky was not the naked human form Michael had been speaking with moments ago.
What appeared above them was a deer.
It was massive. The scale of it only became clear as it descended further. The body alone stood at a height that made the surrounding hills look modest by comparison. Its coat was red with unusual coloring.
The antlers were the most striking part. They branched high and wide, and along their length they were threaded with what looked like dark veins, pulsing faintly like they were alive.
It was eerie. This was Michael's first thought when he saw Shojo's true form.
The surroundings only made it worse. Against the red ground and the blood sky and the iron smell that saturated everything, Shojo's form sent a chill through his bones.
Yet at the same time Michael couldn't help but feel a little awe at its beauty.
One's class could influence its owner in ways that were not always obvious from the outside.
