The moment this word was uttered, green brilliance came from everywhere he was simultaneously!
It rose from his skin and from the points where the woman's hands held him and from the surface of the obsidian sea beneath his body, green flames that carried nothing of ordinary fire's qualities except the shape. These flames didn't burn in the destructive sense.
They burned in the way that transformation burned, consuming what existed in order to produce what would exist, the process irreversible and complete and moving at a pace that left no interval for the being it was working on to recognize themselves in the mirror of what they were becoming!
The woman leaned back from the heat of it and even she was consumed in it!
