Michael raised a hand.
A dark tattoo suddenly appeared upon his forearm, illuminated with faint grey light. Ashes poured from the mark like an endless river before gathering several meters away.
The ashes gradually condensed. Within moments, the humanoid form became complete.
Standing before Michael was a tall young man appearing to be in his mid-twenties.
His long black hair flowed freely behind him, matching a pair of calm green eyes that carried an unusual gentleness despite his nature.
His features were refined, almost elf-like, while faint dark-green markings resembling vines spread beneath the skin around his neck before slowly fading with time.
The moment his body completely materialized, he immediately lowered himself onto one knee.
"Master."
Michael gave a slight nod.
"Stand."
Lucky obeyed without hesitation.
Unlike Lily's boundless enthusiasm, Beginning's silent brutality, or Jester's unsettling composure, Lucky possessed an almost tranquil temperament.
