The first thing Ramiel did after opening his eyes was to lean against the cold rock that served as his backrest. He did not even pay the slightest attention to the snow-white roots covering him from his waist to his neck, which shone with a rhythmic pale blue glow, nor to the steam that escaped from every possible pore on his body, nor to the changes that had taken place in him.
These were things he would worry about later. For now, he just wanted to rest a little and relax. After all, he deserved at least that much…
The transformation of his muscles turned out to be much more difficult and far more dangerous than he had thought. He had come very close to becoming crippled for the rest of his life—a life that, in that case, likely wouldn't have lasted very long. Knowing his luck, vultures would have quickly sniffed out a weak prey and torn it into vulture shreds.
