Just when sabre had given up watching as the fire arrows rained down on him, he was in so much pain that ur would be unbearable for some but what remained on sabre mind was regret that he died without attempting to save Beverly even once and because of this pain etched deep in his heart nibbing at him threatening to collapse him mentally.
As the sky tore open more arrows poured down a thousand streak of burning iron the horizon itself seemed to melt due to how scorching the heat generated was, and there a single figure stood in a cloak, eyes lit with the fury of the storm she did not raise a shield neither did she call for help or anything but simply breathed in deeply as though drawing the world into her lungs.
The ground began to tremble and the air began to hum loudly as she whispered the words the wind remembers
' Aegis of tempests'
' spirits of the heaven, rise, defend and destroy the flame'
At first it came as a low murmur that could hardly be discernible, dust lifting grass flattening then the murmur turned into a roar, a spiral, a cyclone of impossible grace and wrath as the storm brewed gracefully and angrily at the same time the air itself became visible as translucent streams coiling around her like pressure and light.
The falling arrows of fire reached them first, the fire hissing and spluttering as the wind shedded the oxygen that fed and fueled it
' oh miss eagle you interfered what do you want. I can see you got stronger compared to the last time we fought your skill are more refined'
The fire phoneix roared in ancient monster language while the falling arrows were caught by invisible hands their flaming shafts bent broken turned a side and reshaped into swords, thousands clashed into the storm wall each shattering into nothingness their embers spinning harmlessly into ash. But the spell that the wind eagle has casted did more than just deflect the sky cracked as the storm became more aggressive turning on itself as it released powerful gales of wind that rotated furiously while attacking the flame swords meanwhile the storm wall transformed into a humongous blade of wind as the wind eagle chanted seriously
' slaughtering wind Slash'
The massive wind blade hacked downwards toward the fire phoneix overbearingly threatening to turn the whole place into ruins and the fire phoneix herself into meat paste, the fire phoneix was very serious at this point as she pulled a long face
' so be it then, it a fight you want let see how much you actually managed to improve'
The phoneix snorted as she released a roar and chanted
' essence of the sun empower me'
' Volcanic burst'
She seemed to become a volcano itself as lava seeped out of her endlessly, some molten some condensed but each and every one carried an extremely rich flaming energy that toppled sabre comprehension about fire magic
' such an overbearing element'
The lava gathered together and formed a shield that had a phoneix mark on it, the two spells struck each other and generated a shockwave that smashed anything it came into contact with into pieces sabre urged his powers immediately after seeing how powerful the shockwave was
' one with the air, one with the world'
' space mimicry'
Now sabre was the air itself but he soon came to regret that he had survived the shockwave by doing that but got himself in an extremely bad situation as he realized that all the air in the surrounding were being pulled toward the wind eagle who had a strong magnetic field around her and him taking that form meant he was being pulled alongside them also, a sense of foreboding washed over him as he he deleted space to give himself and miss eagle more distance and quickly returned back to his original form
' whew that was close how can those two be so strong'
Sabre cursed as he returned his gaze to the battle knowing that whosoever won it would decide his life he vouched for the wind eagle as he knew very well that the fire phoneix would sure kill him but atleast with the wind eagle that wasn't so sure unless he offended her which he didn't recall doing so he believed that he would be better off with the wind eagle
' it won't be fair if you are in your monster form and I remain in my human form would it'
Miss eagle sad with a noble smile
The Moment of Change
It begins with a whisper in the air — a low hum that rises from the bones of the earth and coils around the human like a living breeze. The wind itself seems to recognize her, teasing strands of their hair into wild motion as golden light flickers beneath their skin.
Her heartbeat quickens, syncing with the rhythm of the surrounding air. Each pulse sends ripples of light racing through their veins until her body glows faintly, as if filled with molten sunlight. The edges of their silhouette blur — the line between flesh and wind thinning.
The Transformation
A sharp, exultant cry escapes her lips — half agony, half liberation — as her arms stretch and twist, bones reshaping into broad, gleaming wings. Feathers unfurl in waves of gold and white, catching the light like mirrors of the sun.
Her eyes burn with stormlight, irises swirling into rings of molten amber. The skin along their shoulders and spine splits open gently, not with pain but with release, revealing layers of radiant plumage that shimmer with every breath of air.
Her feet lengthen, toes curling into talons sharp enough to rend stone, and their human voice dissolves into a triumphant eagle's scream — a sound that seems to shake the clouds themselves.
The Ascension
In one sweeping motion, she leaps skyward, the air bending to their will. Wind coils around her like a crown, lifting them higher and higher. Each wingbeat sends a pulse of golden current spiraling below, leaving trails of shimmering mist that sparkle like dust from the dawn.
Now fully transformed, she was no longer bound by the weight of the world — a Golden Wind Eagle, guardian of the skies and herald of the sun. When they fly, the air grows warm and bright; when they cry, storms shift course and mountains echo with light.
At first sabre had barely noticed the change as the person before him seemed to breathe in air and an invisible storm slowly gathered at the core of their heart, their hair fluttering around in the wind and a pulse of Golden light slowly gathered under her skin.
Then the sound came , a rush, a whoosh, and when he looked at where miss eagle was the human eyes he had seen moments ago flashed with something ancient untamed and unfamiliar, awe floods through sabre at such a transformation , he felt tiny and exhilarated, his chest tightening with wonder he could almost feel the wind in his lungs alongside all this was fear too and respect, he knew that he was witnessing something beyond human a merging of power and grace that defies normal human thinking.