It didn't take long for Corven to start roaming the city, relishing in his newfound freedom, his steps light yet deliberate as though every corner of the city belonged to him now. His posture alone radiated confidence, his chin slightly raised, cloak shifting faintly against the sun's glow like he was daring anyone to stop him.
As for his appearance? He couldn't give a single damn about it. His shirt was still in tatters, chest bare, scars that once marred his skin completely gone, leaving only flawless muscle.
Not like anyone would be a threat to him at this point. Not anymore.
"The thrill! The joy! The searing heat!" Corven yelled out like a preacher, walking down the street with his hands stretched apart as if embracing the very air.
