Shadow, who had once resembled a slightly altered version of Evan himself, hooded cloak, leather adventurer's armor, was now something else entirely.
Taller. Broader. Encased head to toe in dark armor, a menacing helm hiding every trace of a face, two points of violet light glowing from within like embers that refused to die.
From its description, this was a creature of death, different from before. If the first seemed more like a summoner with combat abilities, this one was more of a battle-hardened general, far more powerful than before, considering how its abilities had evolved.
[Stealth] and [Death Sense] had both reached D-rank. Stronger, sharper, though the true extent of the improvement would only reveal itself in the field, when he could measure the gap against what they used to be.
