Varziel gasped for breath, every muscle taut as the second pair of wings unfurled behind him, the power that they held still settling into his bones. His throat was sore from the screaming he had done.
The transformation left him trembling, drenched in sweat. However, every twitch of pain felt wonderful, in a way he had never felt before. The power coiling inside him was vast, and it terrified him. He felt as though he could tear the sky open with a single beat of these wings.
He glanced over his shoulder, and fell into absolute awe at the sight of his newly transformed wings. The top pair of wings were still massive, although not as massive as before, with black feathers that were edged with a flicker of gold lining at the edges. This detail hadn't been there before.
The new lower pair glimmered faintly with crimson light that seemed to seep through his skin. They folded over his back with grace. They lacked the gold lining at the edges that the top pair had though.
