Damian stepped out of the Trial Guardian Room, zipping up the white ZENTHRA Trial Guardian reinforced suit. It hugged his toned frame tightly, as if tailored just for him.
He stood tall in the sleek suit, glancing around and listening. Its seamless design molded perfectly to his lean physique, accentuating the subtle contours of his muscles—broad shoulders, defined arms, and a core refined through days of bonding with Kitsuul.
He looked powerful, composed—almost too perfect in the synthetic second skin.
The soft glow of aether-infused circuitry pulsed along his limbs, enhancing his presence until he resembled a warrior reborn.
"Oh my…"
Nearby, Lyra Veyrin appeared, whistling as she gave him an obvious once-over.
"You look like a proper ZENTHRA Trial Guardian now…"
Her usual shyness had vanished. It was just the two of them amid the chaos, with ZENTHRA employees running in every direction and Guardian Flameborn shouting across the floor.
