"It's done."
The words had barely been spoken.
SPLASH!
A massive figure burst from the water.
Stuka stood in the center of the pool, soaking wet. Its once-white feathers were now stained a dark crimson.
It slowly opened its eyes.
Its golden irises had contracted until the pupils were black pinpricks.
It lowered its head, looking down at its chest.
It could feel it.
What flowed through its veins was no longer warm blood, but searing magma. Every heartbeat was like an explosion, pumping endless power to the tips of its wings.
'Hungry.'
Stuka opened its beak and exhaled a puff of white steam.
'I want to eat. Now.'
Ola collapsed onto the ground, a pained grin stretching across her face that looked worse than crying.
"More than you can eat!"
...
The door to the lounge was thrown open.
Valerius walked in, panting as he carried a heavy metal box.
He slammed the box onto the table with a loud CLANG.
"Freshly brewed."
The old Alchemist said, opening the lid.
