He dried off, put on clean clothes, and strapped Fear Blade to his belt. Then he caught his reflection from the corner of his eye.
And stopped.
He blinked once. Then twice.
It wasn't just the injuries healing. The command had reshaped him completely. Not like, a different person — but sharper, and more refined.
His eyes were more intense — like a wolf, it looked like they could cut through anything. His jawline was clearer, more defined. His skin was smooth.
Even his hair changed. Softer, shinier, falling into place naturally without him doing anything.
He ran a hand through it. The texture was different. Smoother. Like someone had spent hours styling it, except he hadn't touched it.
`...I look like a completely different person.`
The command adjusted his bones and cells to be in the best shape. And it seems this made his appearance more handsome.
He stared for a long moment. Then shrugged and walked out.
