Bab 92: Isaac Crawford

After finally sending Lunevy and the others away, Adam retreated to a secluded spot, ensuring that even the workers couldn't see him. He needed to be alone for what was to come.

Standing in the shadows, Adam placed a hand over his face. Slowly, he pinched the empty air before him, as though grasping something unseen. Then, with a sudden motion, a crackling, ancient energy—silver and ominous—burst forth, engulfing his face and body.

The transformation began.

Adam's frame stretched subtly taller, his lean arms growing more defined. His clothes shifted, morphing effortlessly into an entirely different ensemble: a finely tailored waistcoat that exuded elegance and nobility, woven in shades of black and white, and clearly of the highest craftsmanship.