Another two years had passed. Lucien was now sixteen.
His entire bearing had transformed. Each husk he shed remade him completely, purging the remnants of mortality that once clung to his being. Impurities had ceased to exist. They were burned away, expelled, or shattered under the pressure of evolution.
He now stood tall at nearly one hundred ninety centimeters. His face was unblemished, his features were more refined, his once-cracked voice was now deep and resonant.
The Unyielding Sovereign Aura he emanated only magnified his presence. It made him look like something beyond human.
'Even the domineering CEOs from my past life couldn't hold a candle to me,' he mused with faint amusement.
Lucien stood atop a mountain, gazing down at Lootwell below. A strange smile curved his lips.
