As Degenerate spoke, he folded his wings and descended gracefully to the ground. Even without flapping, the sheer force of the wind they generated whipped into a violent storm that nearly blew the humans away.
Fortunately, the gust quickly dissipated. Light enveloped Degenerate's entire body, shimmering like a divine robe.
Stepping out from the glow, he spun once in place, smiling brightly. "I got a new outfit too, Nerio!"
He was now dressed in a white sailor-style school uniform with a bright red ribbon tied at the front. The pleated skirt was soft and pristine white, paired with thigh-high white stockings and glossy red shoes. His long silver hair—now tied into a high ponytail—flowed down to his waist, and his bright green eyes sparkled with a mischievous shine.
Degenerate had even shortened his height from his usual two meters to about one meter seventy.
