The light finally began to die down, the intense brilliance ebbing into a gentle glow that enveloped Elandor like a celestial cocoon. As the last remnants of the radiant energy dissipated, Elandor found himself transformed in ways he had never imagined.
He looked down at his hands, which were no longer the calloused, rough hands of a village wastrel. Instead, they were now smooth and radiant, faintly shimmering with a celestial aura. The veins beneath his skin pulsed with a gentle blue light, a testament to the potent magic now coursing through him.
