Ruvian turned the white-and-black mask slowly between his fingers, observing the smooth surface.
'Imagining a face, huh? What features should I go with?'
He pondered deeply about it.
But it didn't take him long to suddenly imagine a face that he was somewhat familiar with its description. After channeling his mana into the mask, he lifted it and placed it over his face.
As it settled over his eyes, the air around him shifted slightly. The mask was cold at first. Then, oddly comfortable.
"Oh~ that's quite a handsome face you chose."
Ruvian's dark hair now possessed a subdued luster, a little bit short. His jawline lent firmness to an otherwise youthful countenance.
Still, it was the eyes that held her attention the longest.
They were dark golden in hue, carrying a composed vigilance. The way he looked to her now… was the face of someone inclined toward rectitude.
"Hmm~ I approve of your choice. By the way, is it the face of someone you know?"
