Finally, after what felt like an eternity, far longer than any previous fusion, the searing blue flames subsided.
In their wake stood Kaelor, transformed. His wings, once dark as shadow, had grown broader and more formidable, their membrane glistening faintly under the cavern's dim light. They seemed forged not of mere flesh, but of night itself, dense, unyielding, and powerful. With wings of such size, he knew instinctively that heights previously unimaginable were now within his grasp.
His stature had changed as well, rising from 185 centimeters to a commanding 189. His skin was now pale as moonlight, his physique sharpened to perfection, like a weapon hammered and tempered in the hottest forge. He lowered his gaze to his hands, flexing long, razor-sharp claws that jutted from his fingers like marble talons, predatory, beautiful, and undeniably lethal.
