Gleam

Magic tugs in the air like a wraith’s grasp on an inhale, pulling breath into lungs. In his Ravinger form, he looks strange because of those creeping dark roots that sway against his skin like shadows, so much of it hidden beneath the scruff of his jaw. They become charged with energy, as if they’ve felt the erratic spike of his magic and are answering in kind. Though he still wears the rest of his spiked armor, his face is finally visible.