*Five years later*
Sulyvhan, now twenty-six years old, had reached an imposing stature. Measuring one meter ninety, his athletic build was molded in black plate armor that seemed to absorb the weak purple glow of the sky. His silver hair, long and tied in a high ponytail, whipped the ozone-laden air, while his eyes with black sclerae and silver pupils swept the horizon with a frightening neutrality.
