"Alright, Zephyr, Ignis, Umbra," she said, her voice echoing in the ancient temple. "Ready for the big finale?"
The air shimmered, and a figure emerged from the vortex. Truans gasped. It wasn't a creature, it wasn't a dragon or a beast or a magical being. It was... well, it was you. You were standing there, looking a little bewildered.
"Uhh... what are you exactly?" she finally managed to ask as she slightly and slowly backs away. "I don't see any wing" She murmurs.
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