Chapter 390 – Let's Drop The Masks
His back arched slightly as the transformation took hold. Shadow curled around his spine. A pulse of heat shimmered in the air.
When it faded—
His horns were visible, curling elegantly back. His wings, sleek and sharp, folded behind him like dark silk. His tail swayed lazily. His eyes glowed deeper—more infernal. More him.
And yet—he didn't feel threatening.
Just… more real.
Mira's eyes roamed slowly over him, appreciative and unbothered.
"…Those look good on you," she murmured.
"Thanks," he replied.
"I thought your real form would be uglier."
"It is," Lux said dryly. "This is my refined form. The real one's… not built for mansions."
"Battle mode?"
"Something like that. Too big. Too much muscle. No wine etiquette. Bite to kill."
Mira laughed softly. "Well, I like this one."
Her tail flicked again. Slowly. Purposefully.
Lux stepped further into the room.
