The group was almost unrecognizable. In the span of a few hours, they had all grown taller and more defined than they were before. Mature, in some way. To an untrained expert, it would have been difficult to think of any of them as mere mortals at a glance.
Timmit, now the tallest out of the bunch, flaunted his wings, completely disregarding the others when his feathers blocked their path or pushed them away. He was the one to transform the most, now looking more like some handsome cross between a stork and a falcon. His beak remained long, but with a subtle curve, and his torso was beefier, his feathers thick and glistening. His wingspan was almost double its previous breadth.
"From the moment I learned that the talent and potential of magical beasts on Aigas were stunted intentionally, I knew… I knew we were better!" he said proudly. His Nitros flared, sharpening around and within every single feather on him.
