For Garvin as he was now, although he still had no idea how to wield the power of faith piled upon him by hundreds of thousands of Cavens Rats—and did not dare use it proactively—that miraculous force was already affecting him in tangible ways at every moment.
For instance, his psionic attainments, which likewise belonged to the domain of spiritual power, had mutated into something terrifying under the influence of that vast ocean of faith.
According to the arcane assessments of Igg and Zelandia's mage corps, at least in terms of pure psionic illusion, so long as Garvin did not actively interfere with others and no deity or Chosen personally descended, even an ordinary Legend would likely find it difficult to spot any flaw.
Just as the minotaur Rayne had said, in a certain sense, as long as Garvin wished it, he could flawlessly disguise himself as any role he wanted to be.
Just like now—when Garvin slapped that utterly ordinary stone mask onto his face, unbelievably cool transformation effects burst forth over his body!
Rumble—!
In an instant, tens of thousands of bolts of lightning surged and spread from the horizon into the rain-heavy clouds above Water-Drawing City. The pitch-black cloud layer seemed to press downward, becoming a spectacular black waterspout.
The might of heaven and earth gathered into one body!
Dense, blood-colored "lightning" exploded within Garvin, restructuring his flesh.
A while later, an incomparably beautiful being clad in magnificent noble robes appeared before everyone.
The only eerie thing was that, under the glow of the surrounding flames, he cast no shadow at all!
"V-Vampire?!!"
From the shadows, a follower of the dark god recognized the race Garvin had "become."
A vampire's most distinctive trait was that they cast no shadow and left no reflection in any mirror.
"No!