The golden wings turned into a cocoon as if petrified and began to fall apart. The massive debris fell to the ground, revealing the altered appearance of Vela.
Golden threads appeared on her body, threads through which energy circulated like blood through veins. On her arms and legs were protective gold plates and on her forehead was a large seal in the shape of two outspread wings.
Vela's eyes were calm and deep. She had grown new golden wings from which drops of blood were still dripping.
"Did you have to be reborn to fight me? I'm flattered." Wain said smiling and bowed slightly.
"You still have the nerve to act like that. I've been told how the humans were formidable creatures to whom even the gods were no judge, but you're not like that. You don't act like an antagonist to the gods. You're like a pathetic clown." Vela said, and her hands were covered in golden light.
