Lucius yanked his windows open, and a dark purple pair of crystallized wings sprouted from his back as he looked toward the night sky. In his Xenovian form, he could resist the poison much better, and even though he felt the pain, it wasn't beyond his tolerance level.
[This is risky.] Lyxor warned, his voice echoing in Lucius's mind.
"No great achievement is acquired without risk," Lucius replied with a determined edge, his body fading out of existence before he flew out through his window.
The cool night air brushed against his skin as he soared silently above the city. As he flew over the commercial district and into the residential areas, something caught his eye. It was a lone ambulance moving stealthily through the streets, its siren conspicuously off.
