"Haa.... haaa..."
The white lump began squishing and moulding itself as it hovered in the air.
First, it had a humanoid appearance, and then wings were formed behind it. Afterwards, details such as colours, clothes, shoes, etc., began manifesting.
Beruel's long, silver-coloured hair flowed behind him, and his handsome face appeared, bearing no resemblance to his previously sickly form.
His appearance was that of pure royalty—with a sceptre, a crown, and a royal garb that told of his status as king.
A king without a kingdom—but a king nonetheless.
His clothes were gold and purple, and he donned classy black shoes. Once every detail of himself was settled, his wings finally took full bloom.
Gold, silver, purple, and shades of black. All four colours formed beautifully large wings that told of Beruel's magnificence.
"Haaa... finally. It's been so long."
Beruel opened his eyes and greeted the world around him as he grinned widely—now in his new body as a genuine youthful Elf.
