"What a fool." Seth stared at the back of Venera's messy figure. He turned around and entered the camp next to his, then came out wearing a mask. He gazed at the silent Venera through the open window and entered his tent, asking, "Who are you?"
The question was clearly directed at the only occupant in the enclosed space, Venera.
At this moment, Seth had altered his appearance, draping himself in a dark, flowing cloak that obscured every defining feature of his face and body. The fabric hung heavily around him, casting shadows that played tricks on the eye. His once-familiar voice was now a low, gravelly murmur, tinged with an accent that was foreign and unsettling.
With these changes, he emanated an air of mystery, as if he had shed his former self to don the guise of someone entirely different, exuding a different temperament inside out.
