"Ah, brother!"
Adam frowned inside the academy dean's office the moment a man moved to greet him. Golden and red silk cascaded down his fit body into a luxurious long coat that made for an odd contrast with his trimmed beard and wrinkled face.
Mimir's golden eyes followed his gaze before he chuckled as he spun his arm, the doll joints making mechanical noises. "Oh, that? Our little Gork worked night and day to build it. It feels quite comfortable for a body of substitution, but, hey!"
He opened his arms and hugged Adam. "Zero percent chances. No plans. Hahaha! I'm glad you won that impossible bet. And what a reward." His golden eyes shone a mystical light. "Corroding fangs, unbreakable bones, poisonous blood, probably the fastest wings in the universe, and a tail hiding a terrifying blade. And that's just the tip of the iceberg!"
Adam chuckled. "Just the physical manifestations of my ascension. You'd probably not believe me if I told you about my authorities."
