For a long time, Luke simply stood there, staring at his body.
His body looked ethereal.
It was as though he had bathed in some mythical spring, one that left him with a faint radiance that naturally reflected the moonlight.
His skin appeared flawless and unblemished, so pristine that even the slightest exertion made it seem as if it could split and bleed.
'And it's not just the appearance...'
He quickly realized something else.
He felt lighter.
Slowly, he bent his knees and jumped. Sure enough, the world's gravitational pull seemed weaker somehow, as though an invisible burden had been lifted from his body.
His vision had changed as well.
Everything appeared sharper and clearer, as if he had spent his entire life looking through a fogged lens and had only now found a perfectly adjusted pair of glasses.
Luke clenched his fists.
This was strange.
Overwhelming.
Exciting.
[Host, you have achieved an Ethereal Physique.]
[And it is one of the rarest physiques.]
