The morning sun cast long shadows across the array of buildings in Sun City, its light filtering into Elias's room as he prepared for what would be a pivotal day in establishing his new life. In the privacy of his inn room, he donned an attire that would be considered unusual in Sun City, but he deemed it necessary both to protect his identity and to introduce mystique to his future ventures.
The outfit consisted of a military-style black uniform, crisp and imposing, over which he draped a hooded black cape that concealed his features in shadow. The final touch was a black mask with a single white omega symbol engraved prominently across its surface.
—The transformation was striking.
Elias touched his face with gloved hands, concealing his pale skin that had yet to recover. His sickly, weak appearance was hidden, and in his place stood a figure shrouded in mystery and authority, someone who could command attention without revealing his identity.
