Chapter 46: Thamael, Bearer of The Word
"Yes, then I will continue. But first, allow me to transition from my true form, which I’m sure you have a hard time visualizing."
Liora’s eyes raised for just a moment, forced to retract explosively once the bright light emitting from the voice’s body brightened even more than she’d thought possible.
Strips of white jutted out in random directions, although its exact movements weren’t nearly as unstable. No, this time, it was controlled, its form more obvious than before.
Two streaks at its sides squeezed into the shape of an arm, two at its bottom contorting into legs. The light seemed to answer to its intentions, growing fainter with each movement that drew its humanoid form more and more vividly.
Eventually, there was no light at all, the body of the thing barely visible within the cavern of nothingness.
"This shall suffice as a fitting mode of speech," the voice continued, spreading protrusions from its back to flap a gust of wind Liora’s way.
Long hair extended from its scalp to touch upon its shoulders, white as snow without even a tinge of coloration.
Sharp jawline, even sharper features, the creature slowly extended its limbs like someone would stretching in the morning.
Seated on its back were two humongous wings, white with streaks of brown giving it flavor.
"What are you..."
The confusion was enough to tense Liora’s muscle, even the grimoire at her side thrumming in curious dull to ask her the very same questions running through her mind.