The transformation was not dramatic…he had no need for theatrical displays of power.
Instead, it was inevitable, like watching the sun emerge from behind clouds that had never really been able to contain it.
His ash-grey skin brightened to its natural tone. His hair shifted from Nihilus black to that distinctive purple-gold that marked the Adrastia lineage, each strand catching light.
The crown materialized on his head with the casual arrogance of something that had always been there but had simply chosen not to be observed until now!
Purple-gold metal that might have been solid or might have been condensed authority, hanging sideways in deliberate defiance of formality.
His body pulsed with sudden radiance as the Primordium Evolutius Suit revealed itself.
The purple-gold material flowed like liquid while maintaining solid form.
