Ashes of the Elite

I rap my knuckles against the heavy wooden door once before pushing it open, not bothering to wait for an invitation. If Cain wanted me to wait, he should have locked it.

Cain is seated behind his desk, a glass of wine in one hand and an open book in the other. He looks up the moment I step inside, a grin spreading across his face like he's actually pleased to see me.

"Well, well," he drawls, setting the book aside. "Look who's finally awake. I was beginning to think you'd decided to stay unconscious just to spite me."

I smirk, strolling further into the room and flopping into the comfy chair across from him. "Trust me, if I was going to spite you, I'd come up with something much more creative than sleeping in."

Cain chuckles, swirling the wine in his glass. "Fair enough. Also, Ayato" he gestures vaguely in my direction "the new look suits you look more mature now less of a little boy."

I blink in confusion. "New look?" "Also what do you mean little boy"

His grin just widens. "Oh? You haven't noticed?" He lets out an amused breath, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a small, ornate hand mirror. "Did you think awakening as an Elite only left its mark on your soul? Power like that changes everything, even your appearance."

He hands me the mirror, and I hesitate before taking it. Lifting it up, I get my first look at what he's talking about.

For a moment, I just stare in abject shock.