The skies cried out with glory.
Glory!
Blue flames of terrifying intensity joined the transformation, sacred fire merging with the golden light of the Simba Lineage and the white radiance of the Wings of the Radiant Dawn. Three powers that should never have existed within the same body combined into something unprecedented, something that had never occurred in the history of the Lands of Stone.
His form began to change.
Bones cracked and reformed painfully, enlarging unfathomably.
Muscles tore and reconstituted into new configurations.
His skin stretched and covered with fur the color of captured sunlight, golden strands that seemed to glow with inner radiance. His body expanded, growing larger and larger until he towered over the space where he had stood as a human!
A massive lion took shape where Damian Vakochev had been.
