His body felt different, alive in a way it hadn't before.
He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers as he marveled at the raw power coursing through him, his new form resonating with an intensity he hadn't known was possible.
But beyond the physical, it was his mind that felt the greatest change. A sense of purpose filled him, a clarity that went beyond strength or technique.
He was no longer a pawn, no longer a puppet manipulated by unseen forces. He was in control of his destiny, and he would reclaim the path that had been stolen from him.
The golden light around him faded, settling into his skin as the last remnants of the transformation completed.
He took a final, steadying breath, feeling the power settle within him, a quiet hum that filled his being with purpose.
He glanced around, taking in the forest around him, the familiar trees and shadows, and for the first time, he felt as though he was truly seeing the world.
