Crossing The Bridge
The particle separation and reunification ignited the next phase of my transformation.
I can feel my muscles, bones, and fat reshaping into something more robust, leaner, and lethal. My fingers keep ripping out sharp, blade-like black claws, and my gums throb from the new fangs that have emerged.
When I think it is over, my shoulder blades tear open, and enormous black angel wings thrust out. The feathers are a deep black, glistening in the portal's light.
These large and imposing wings span wider than my entire body. They are immense, powerful, and coated in a thick, black liquid that shimmers in the light. Each wing is a work of art, with feathers that fade from black to the deepest shade
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