Damian raised his hands before his face.
The limbs that met his gaze were not the hands he had known for eighteen summers. They were larger, fingers longer, skin marked with verdant tattoos that pulsed with inner light. He flexed them experimentally and felt strength respond that exceeded anything his previous body had possessed by orders of magnitude.
He turned those hands toward Serala.
She was examining herself with similar wonder, her expanded frame moving with grace. When she caught him looking, her wing-shaped pupils met his with questions neither of them could answer through words alone.
The terms of the information he was receiving felt somewhat foreign.
Primeval Viridis Lifeform. Existential Evolution. These phrases stood for immensity and glory, but he needed context to truly understand what they meant. What had he become? What could he do now that had been impossible before? What limitations had been stripped away during those minutes of verdant fire?
