113 Budding Magic Society

If before, Ikaris had an ordinary size and build compared to teenagers of his age, now he had the shape of a mature fighter and the attitude of his subjects had changed accordingly. While his immature facial features were considered pleasing to the eye a few days earlier by most humanoid species, his handsomeness now had the perfect ratio of charm and manliness.

His jet black hair and flawless pale skin from his Crawling part had intensified due to his mutation into a Nephilim and he now emanated a poise, an ethereal charm that a normal human would have a hard time replicating. 

Without the addition of his Dire Black Werewolf Bloodline he would have been a gorgeous pretty boy, but it had given him the virility and bearing that he lacked. Now he was the perfect embodiment of a chad in all its glory.