She said all this, but when Damian looked at himself again, he truly did not feel any exertion.
His soul did not ache. His spirit did not struggle against unfamiliar boundaries. This body felt like his body. These wings felt like his wings. This mane of sacred flame felt as natural as the hair that had covered his human head.
If he could choose...
He would much rather remain in this massive form.
The power was intoxicating. The clarity of perception was unmatched. The sheer capability this body granted him exceeded anything he had experienced since before his cultivation was shattered eight years ago. Why would he want to give this up?
But he still needed to transform back to his actual body.
Didn't he?
"..."
He blinked.
He thought.
Daring ideas and possibilities bloomed in his mind.
