His skin was pale like milk, but the pallor was not unhealthy, his breathing did not only affect his eyes but also his body, as it seemed as if he had veins of silver flowing beneath his skin, that slowly pulsed with his breathing and his skin almost reflected light due to how lustrous it had become almost like jade.

His face still had the bone structure of a man, but his skin was incredibly soft, enhancing his already handsome face to nothing short of bewitching beauty, only his short hair still kept his attractiveness to a minimal degree. There was nothing human anymore about his beauty. It was now a thing of magic.

Andar physical appearance had never been of concern to him, but even his heart appeared to skip a beat when he saw himself. His silver eyes were entrancing and its metallic color only served to enhance the utter perfection of his features.

He was surprised his body was not yet covered by Aether and he looked inside himself with his perception and he noticed how starkly different he had become.

Before his Awakening, his body was robust and his physical vessel could already hold massive amounts of Aether that only a Mage could control, and now that depth had deepened until it was thrice as much.

Andar was not yet an Acolyte but he already had three times the amount of Aether that a peak Rank 1 mage could hold. This was simply ridiculous and had broken many long-held conceptions about what a Mage should be capable of.

It was no wonder his master was shaken, if the news got out of his Talent and his capabilities, a storm would arise. In addition to that he had not even begun exploring the mysteries of his Spirit Matrix.

The metal in his organs had been further integrated into his body and they now covered his entire skeletal structure. The Awakening light that escaped from the gate of his Spirit Matrix had further perfected his body, enhancing his organs and his cells, further boosting the changes he made.

He contemplated in shock and as he bent down in thought, the mirror began to fog up and his reflection seemed to warp as the figure of Rowan with golden serpent eyes looked at him, and when Andar looked up, but the figure had vanished.

He began to feel uneasy and a sense of despair, but he did not know where this emotion was coming from.

He proceeded to his room to wear his clothes, idly wondering if they would even fit anymore. Then he noticed an entirely new set of robes, underwear, and boots. Andar smiled, Nivi was stepping up big time, noticing his new change in height, and providing a new set of clothes for him.

The clothes were made from Refined Silk, and they were tough, able to handle dust and heat with no issue and keep their wearer comfortable. These were the chosen materials for Acolytes.

He did not rush while wearing his clothes as he slowly observed his physique, running his new senses over every single spot on his body.

As he placed each article of clothing on his body he shivered at the sensation of the material touching his skin. He had to linger to adjust himself to the new wave of input he was feeling.

The method his body sensed energy was interesting and thankfully although the inputs were plentiful, it was not overwhelming for him, his physique seemed capable of handling anything the world could throw at him.

Not wanting to keep his master waiting, he brushed his black hair back, while he adjusted his breathing, and began hurrying up to leave.

His haste made him apply too much force to his tread and his body was flung forward as if he was strapped to a catapult. He slammed through the door of his room and blasted into the passage walls with a loud boom he was sure could be heard from all over the Lab.

Andar became embedded inside the concrete, like a fly trapped in Amber.

“Wow, that looks… painful. Never knew using your face to open doors was a thing now… I knew I was getting out of touch with the in-things. Not that I would like, you know, to try to repeat your glorious feat.”

Andar’s eyes moved to the left and he saw a red-haired girl looking at him, her mouth was quivering as if she was trying hard to hold back her laughter.

He knew her, she was the mayor’s last child, but he did not know her name as he had not bothered to learn it.

“Do you need any help? Or are you an art piece?” She pointed out again, “You certainly look the part.” She ran her eyes down his body trapped in the wall, while surreptitiously licking her lips.

What an interesting young lady.

Gingerly pushing himself away from the wall and making sure he was exerting as little force as possible, he stepped down and looked at himself, his clothes were now ruined.

At this time he began to miss the cloud of Aether that covered his body and served as an ever-present shield.

“How did you get in here,” Andar asked as he gently tried to brush the dust from his clothes, but he was not as careful as he thought, and a new rip came from his sleeves and he was left with a cool breeze blowing on his naked arm.

Andar glared at the girl who was now holding her stomach and in a full-blown laughing fit. He sighed and he hurried into his room.

Nivi his darling Spirit Artifact, had already prepared another batch of clothes for him to wear and he hurriedly tore away his robes. His skin suddenly felt a wave of cold touching his skin and he turned to find the girl inside his room.

She was looking at his shirtless body with a smile on her face, and she cleared her throat covering her mouth, “I think I should help you with the clothes.”