Victor walked slowly through the dark forest of the Ascension Area, keeping his hands in the pockets of his adaptive suit. The surrounding environment remained too silent for an artificial territory created specifically for violent survival, but that was mainly because most of the nearby creatures were already dead.
The black suit perfectly followed his body movements, while tiny, extremely discreet red lines ran across the dark surface of the adaptive fabric. Serafall had originally bought it purely for aesthetic reasons, but honestly, the item was absurdly useful. The material responded directly to the user's blood energy, modifying its shape, density, and resistance depending on the wearer's conscious intention.
Victor simply transformed the original outfit into something much more functional.
Now the suit seemed practically a natural extension of the darkness around him.
No exaggerated symbols.
No flashy details.
No ridiculous appearance typical of most noble vampires.
