He still hadn’t debriefed the members who were assigned to the mine having struggled with this traumatic change. Knowing he had already pushed the deadline for the brief so far, Kon rose from his chair, turning to a mirror noting his snow white hair and even paler complexion. The being had truly done a number on the man, even the members within the guild had not recognised him and some tried to stop him from time to time when he walked the more restricted sections of the island. Resenting his new appearance, Kon drew up his formal guild attire dressing for the occasion, ready to assign his orders to the men awaiting his command.
The contrast from his clothes and general appearance was stark with his bleached hair and skin being highlighted from the dark tones that were featured on his suit. Suit buttoned up and shoes tied, Kon left his room traditionally through the door, no longer capable of teleporting at will. This was perhaps the most annoying aspect, the restrictions that he had now felt after the freedom of instant travel was stripped from him. He could, of course, fly down but that would be nothing more than a spectacle and Kon was not one for deliberate flair despite grandiose displays of weather manipulation.
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